"You have not met Jacques?" Léon asked, "Well, Monsieur, I shall save that treat for you. Perhaps you will join us for supper?" He asked, reaching for his cigar case, opening it and offering one to the young gent across from himself, lighting his own from the candle. "If finding accommodation is problematic, perhaps you could stay here for a day or so. Jacques has apparently found very suitable lodgings not far away, he could advise you on where else you might look..." He paused, taking a long draw on the black cigar, glancing back to his paperwork, "Of course, Jacques' upbringing was far from genteel, you might prefer other accommodation." He said, casually, testing the waters.
"I would suggest you see your family. If only as it may aid you in the future. They are making quite the name for themselves within high society. You elder brother, I have heard, rescued the daughter of the Duke of Devonshire from a ruffian." He tapped the ash from the cigar into an ash-tray. "They would be pleased to know you are safe."
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