"Your youngest brother has a great many friends." Mercedes said, although as soon as he said those words they saddened him. Not friends, admirers, lovers, patrons. He tried not to wonder if the boy had any actual friends. But the these were not thoughts to entertain now. He forced himself to smile again, and moved down the docks as this sailors began to speedily unload the Apollian's cargo. "But I do not believe your eldest brother has changed, not at all. He was just the same when I met him in France as he is here." He said, remembering the wet evening when the other three members of the Laurent family, Antoine was just as disagreeable and pompous.
"You have a residence in mind? Then do you wish me to have your baggage sent on, or would you rather wait? The docks are not the best of places for a gentleman to wait, I am afraid." He explained, although for some reason he felt the words were unnecessary, this young gentlemen seemed undaunted by the taverns and warehouses that lined the quay, and the young women that waited against crumbling walls for their next punter.