[ Fancy enough given that the look he’s sporting tends to skirt the bounds of business casual. No one in their right mind would go out in this dump in their most expensive attire, not unless they care to participate in impromptu fistfights themselves, anyway. Especially not when they’re alone.

Not even when his partner’s only a text message away. Not even with that semi-automatic tucked into the folds of his jacket.

Scum like the little rat boy isn’t even worth siccing his gang on.

So call this a…reconnaissance mission. He’d arrived here with no intention of intercepting his quarry immediately, but of course, the right conversation could always change his mind. ]

It depends. That arrogance may be troublesome, but it’s much more entertaining. [ That, and rats are fastidious groomers. Nezumi oozes a certain amount of class for, well, a street rat. It’s uncanny, and maybe even a little fascinating, the innuendo aside. ]

I must say you’re becoming infamous around here. Have you decided on joining a team yet?