Octavius picked the book up, feeling small tendrils of her aura still. Hers had become rather distinct to him because of all the time he tended to stop by...for readings.
Running his hand over the book, he looked up to her, a small grin on his face. "Well, no, I have tea at home and I would think it has a bit more kick then yours. I come here for the business and the atmosphere. The lovely women of course." Though he had never partaken himself of the ladies in the brothel.