[nehan shakes his head as he draws his finger over the rim of the glass he has, displacing the lime wedge attached to it. what a waste of a drink, but as he said, he has no interest in fucking right now.]

Hosts aren't allowed to fraternize on the job. And if I do become a host, he wont get money out of me. [one ear flicks as he looks over his shoulder to peer at the man, now mingling with some women, clearly new guests and not lost souls.]

No, I'm tasked with something else entirely, and this place isn't the best to share information in. [he reaches out and draws a line down the wall she knocked on earlier, the very sound making the occupants knock back and demand some privacy.]