Ah good. Another point in her column. Robespierre had said something similar. Though perhaps that was a reference best kept close to the chest, since that guy lost his head at the end, through no fault of Mircea's--he'd really tried to rope him in. Really tried.--but still. He was intrigued and didn't want to scare her off. "Well, around here particularly, but I see your point." There was a whole other world that existed at night that one didn't really learn about until it became the world they lived in exclusively.
He shook her hand firmly before crossing his arms in his usual, semi-defensive stance (body language had never really been his strong suit). "Is that so? Bully for you, lady." He wasn't necessarily impressed, considering he didn't really have evidence to back up her claim, but he was still willing to hear her out on that.
Ah good, apparently she was in this for the long haul. Patience was good. "Just saying, be prepared for the long game," Mircea replied with a shrug. He gave his shop a cursory look around at her compliment, as if he was noticing it for the first time that day. "It's alright. You should have seen it when I got here. Complete train wreck."