Prompt as ever, Blaise pushed through the pub doors a minute before the dot. His eyes landed on Lorcan almost immediately. The pale skin and dark hair stood out starkly, even from a distance. Blaise passed by the bar to pick up a cocktail before he made his way over to the table and sat down opposite his client. Or client-to-be.
"Good evening, Lorcan," greeted Blaise, dark eyes taking in the man now that he was sitting right across from him.
Salazar, did he look young. He didn't think it possible for the man to look more effeminate, but he was. Pretty was a descriptor that seldom passed through his mind in relation to other men, but there it did.