Valentine nodded, following Alexander. "I hope that you're not considering acquiring their services in there. We're here to do a job, and I have little time for women." He stated evenly, sheathing his sword. He stepped into the brothel, ducking slightly into the doorway to avoid banging his head. As he looked outside, he glimpsed a woman walking along; not that it mattered.
He looked around; nobody was there. Evidently the receptionist was having a break, and all the girls were probably on the job. He leaned against a wall, ignoring the foul atmosphere in there. "Both my parents are dead too, Alexander. So we're alike in that respect." He sighed. "So then, have you been briefed on our target? If I'm correct, it's the new Pope."
He considered adding the man who killed my parents, but didn't. Better to not reveal his personal interest in this operation.