Whether the people appreciated what he gave them in the form of his club or not Mason didn't care. So long as they paid their tabs, kept the hedonism to discreet shadows and any biting happened after closing Mason didn't care who or what came to the club.
He picked up the whiskey to pour himself another glass. "I'll have to see what I can arrange." Someone would have to manage the club. He'd have to talk to Archie about it...and the fact that that was one of his priorities was surprising. Mason frowned a little, but not more than his usual expression. The bloody twink was getting under his skin.