Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
"Yeah," Trevor lifted his eyebrows and nodded. Turning to Gretchen, he took a moment to try and recall what she'd just said and looked between the two. "Is he coming?" Not that he would be heartbroken or really notice if he never met his partner's brother but he had to admit, Gretchen had roused some curiosity in him with her description. And, if he was really anything like his sister, they could always use another addition to their crew. He glanced over in time to see a few of their associates wander into the bar and muttered, under his breath, "Lazy sods."