There were some sights that might be viewed strictly for pleasure, but Yi took care to keep that thought to himself. His eyebrows arched at a certain questionable stain.
"Far be it from me to allow you to suffer such woe," Yi said dryly as he wrote down her order, making careful note of the hand-embroidery.
"All will be made well soon enough." He gave Mei Lin a hint of a smile. "Other than customers with poor aim--" Yi held up the gown with the tobacco juice stain, "I take it business is good?"