Naoh'to reclined back in his seat at the answer, arms crossing over his chest with one arm propped upwards to cradle his chin and thoughtfully tap his cheek with his index finger. So, this man was the one.. He was a bit different than the miqo'te had pictured - prettier by at least half, and probably much more recently bathed. Yet there was something else that was even more intriguing to him - that earring.
Those mismatched eyes narrowed slightly as he recalled just how he had recognized it. While normally that was something that Naoh'to would've embraced with open arms, the thought of a whore being his little spy wasn't settling with him as he would've liked. Not to mention the fact that the man would have not only him to answer to, but to his keeper or master or mistress or whoever it was that kept his ilk in line. And damned if a number of those selfsame whorehouses weren't involved in the market of drugs -- he would know, considering he now supplied a fair few of them with the Lover's Embrace. Whether or not the other's superior was involved with Ferigen, though.. That was something he did not know.
The question brought Nao out of his though, though he was still not entirely sure the best way to proceed. The circumstances were definitely unusual. Finally, he leaned forward, crossed arms moving from their place of rest at his chest to instead prop himself against the edge of the table to lean in just a bit further.
"For now, let's say I have need of information about a.. business situation." He was choosing his words carefully. Gods forbid, if things went sour, he wouldn't want to give the man enough information to turn around and sell. "Particularly, information about someone whom I deal with." He trailed off, pausing just long enough to see if he could catch any sort of reaction from the other before continuing.
"But I can't help to be curious.." Now, one of those forearms resting against the table propped up again. His head tilted slightly, just enough so that he could gently tap his own ear in indication. "A marked whore would not be my first choice when it comes to gathering information. Perhaps if I wanted to know how over- or underwhelmingly endowed someone was, but the information I'm looking for is considerably outside of where I would assume your expertise would lie." Again, a pause, if only to see the reaction. That was something that Balon had all but beaten into him during his apprenticeship - that how people reacted, those tiny little tells, were thrice as important as anything they said or did. "Yayabuko is a smart man, and he knows his people well. But I don't. So tell me, will this--" Another tap of the ear. "--be a problem for this arrangement?"
Those mismatched eyes narrowed slightly as he recalled just how he had recognized it. While normally that was something that Naoh'to would've embraced with open arms, the thought of a whore being his little spy wasn't settling with him as he would've liked. Not to mention the fact that the man would have not only him to answer to, but to his keeper or master or mistress or whoever it was that kept his ilk in line. And damned if a number of those selfsame whorehouses weren't involved in the market of drugs -- he would know, considering he now supplied a fair few of them with the Lover's Embrace. Whether or not the other's superior was involved with Ferigen, though.. That was something he did not know.
The question brought Nao out of his though, though he was still not entirely sure the best way to proceed. The circumstances were definitely unusual. Finally, he leaned forward, crossed arms moving from their place of rest at his chest to instead prop himself against the edge of the table to lean in just a bit further.
"For now, let's say I have need of information about a.. business situation." He was choosing his words carefully. Gods forbid, if things went sour, he wouldn't want to give the man enough information to turn around and sell. "Particularly, information about someone whom I deal with." He trailed off, pausing just long enough to see if he could catch any sort of reaction from the other before continuing.
"But I can't help to be curious.." Now, one of those forearms resting against the table propped up again. His head tilted slightly, just enough so that he could gently tap his own ear in indication. "A marked whore would not be my first choice when it comes to gathering information. Perhaps if I wanted to know how over- or underwhelmingly endowed someone was, but the information I'm looking for is considerably outside of where I would assume your expertise would lie." Again, a pause, if only to see the reaction. That was something that Balon had all but beaten into him during his apprenticeship - that how people reacted, those tiny little tells, were thrice as important as anything they said or did. "Yayabuko is a smart man, and he knows his people well. But I don't. So tell me, will this--" Another tap of the ear. "--be a problem for this arrangement?"
