Re: log: jude/louis
Louis rarely read salacious literature, but that hardly meant he was incapable of salaciousness in life, not that he would discuss such a thing with the brother of his one and only employee. He hadn't the least idea Jude was interested in him at all, or what he was reading. Truth be told, he had already come to the assumption that this was a campaign visit, that Jude was perhaps worried Louis was getting rid of Oliver because he'd been sent to work at another store.
"You are a flatterer," he said, amused, admiring a little. "I don't think anyone has ever called anything about me 'brillantine,' that's a new one. Sam doesn't need a chauffeur, but a nanny might be useful." He smiled.
Louis was speaking for his sister, really, but he knew her pretty well by now. She'd never let Oliver work for free, and she'd already told him she couldn't afford him on her own. There was no need, of course, since Oliver was paid for by the same ironclad estate that passed the antique store down to Louis.
Louis arched a brow. He made no fine-lined distinction - flattery in that tone more than once did speak flirtation to him. He remained bemused by it. What was Jude angling for, exactly? Whatever impression he'd given off that he was a delicate china saucer, appearances could be remarkably deceiving. Louis had seen and lived through some things that would make a competent soldier blanch like an overcooked vegetable. "I'd hope it was on purpose," he said. "If she isn't fond of country, she certainly picked the wrong bar."
"I was a police officer," he said, with a curl of a smile that said he could tell that would not be an expected answer. "And then a private detective. Now I sell jewelry and china. I keep things lively."