Thiasos was a different sort of place all together, cultures apart from it's name the place resembled a sort of Mughal tent city, with rich carpets and textiles covering the walls and creating small make shift privacy barriers. There were few formal chairs but instead large bedlike banquets lining the walls where people could lay down and relax. The place was warm, and usually dark like a womb that had been created by the love child of Marie Antoinette and Shah Jahan.
It was quite obviously a night spot. Which made the entrance of an actual patron all the more confusing.
When she was approached by the mousey fluffball, Valentina had to take a step back. Confused, wary. Was this some sort of prank? Send in something cute that's packing something destructive. When he spoke though, dark green eyes came to settle upon him blankly as if trying to construct a puzzle to which an answer did not come. Shrugging it off, Val simply let a smile light the room and placed the knife in her apron pocket.
"Ordered? Well blimey, that sounds like you've got yourself one hell of a boss there kid. What's your pleasure for today?"