[ It felt a little belittling to say Old Town was charming—it isn't, it's downright fucking tragic—but there's something unpretentious about it compared to Leith. The higher up the food chain, the more everything turns to cloak and daggers, and he'd much rather deal with a bartender with a fine command over his tabs than any sort of politics.

Which is why Lancer looks a bit puzzled, then bemused. ]

A lot of drunken antics. [ Inebriated assholes give a whole lot of ammo to use later. However. ] I'm just here 'cause I felt like it, though.

[ Bartender buddy needed an extra body, and so here he is. Simple as that. He claps Kanda sympathetically over the shoulder, tone turned teasing. ]

Time for you to earn your keep! I'll tell on you if you don't get your job done.