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Tai watched Seon deal with her drunkard client with an impassive face. The brunette leaned towards him and murmured a suggestion for their post dinner activities, squeezing his forearm to get his attention. Tai cocked his head her way and nodded, not particularly interested in the small details. "Whatever you say, ace," he replied in distraction before returning to his blatant observation. He made no effort to hide his stare, and in face hoped it would make his former partner uncomfortable--or at least a little self conscious.

It seemed as if the warrior princess had managed to get her little pet under control after all--and had evidently done more than just that, because a moment later a fine looking bottle with a hefty price tag was smoothly added to the lavish table before them. "Your neighbor sends her regards, sir," the waiter said smoothly, his hands poised to pour some of the liquid gold into their sparkling crystal ware. Tai lowered his head in permission, fluidly taking up the wineglass and raising it in Seon's direction in acknowledgement.

The waiter moved on to pour some for the pretty face next to him, and she gasped in delight. "My, my!" She was obviously pleased at this turn of events; the drink alone was the equivalent of the budget given to her for this night's sortie. While she was expected to put on a good show for Tai--both in and out of the bedroom, although her speciality was definitely 'in'--it seemed as if someone else was beating her to it. "Who is that? She's got Tiger Chen wrapped around her finger..." She commented curiously.

"Just an old acquaintance," Tai said dismissively, leaning forward to grab a hors d'oeuvre from the splendor before him. The fact that she did not recognize her competition spoke volumes about her status in the Yakuza; she was merely a sugar covered coating for the terrible faces within, like a trophy wife armed with her husband's credit card to distract her from his convenient 'business trips'. Perfect.

When the maitre d' stepped forward to refill their glasses, Tai spoke in her ear for a quick minute, easygoing posture and charming tilt to his head. Some keywords were mentioned, a few names dropped, and the next thing anyone knew, a pocket of waiters descended on his table and the adjacent one, muttering polite excuses as they maneuvered the tables together, hurriedly replaced untouched dishes with larger platters of steaming food, adjusted silverware and kept the wine flowing. His dinner companion was too well trained to protest; instead, she let Tai do what he wanted, as he was her client and keeping him happy and content was her top priority. She was, however, observing closely and filing away little comments to report to her superiors tomorrow.

Through it all, Tai watched Seon challengingly.