Ylva's mouth opened to laugh, then she closed it again and considered some of the things she'd heard said at Underground. She hadn't really given them much thought - a waitress slapping a customer's hand away from her breasts and telling him if he wanted that kind of thing he should go to Sanctuary could have been referring to waitresses with looser morals.
She frowned and said. "I think I need to look into my brothers affairs. Micah, don't tell me any more. I think I've put you in an awkward enough position. If you need me," she took a pen from her bag and scribbled an address and a phone number on a napkin, "that's my address and my current mobile number. Or, if you need me in the evenings I'm working at a club called Underground - run by the Winters family. Nice little set up. I'm going by the name of Sands."
She pursed her lips, obviously annoyed but not with him. "I'd like to meet your lady some time. She has a good business, well run. It would be a shame to bring it - down market."