"I'll consider it," Tucker said easily, taking another slow sip of his martini. One of the better reasons to come here and not the that thing they called a pub was that the bartenders were be Clovennian and therefore actually knew how to make a cocktail. And he wasn't lying either. He would consider inviting her into his home, if she became useful for him. There was always a downside to inviting a known thief, but January had a good eye for detail. She wouldn't let Briar get away with anything.
A lazy smirk broadened across his face as she insulted him, and he turned his free hand palm-up, making a sweeping gesture that nearly knocked into a passing stranger. "If you find my company unsatisfactory, Briar, you're welcome to leave it."