This is a highly-established club for knights and those the Lord de Clare deems fit for recognition. It is in a great house with beautiful furniture, where you can get drink and a steady supply of servant girls to quench any thirst.

::Paz thrusts the door open and steps inside, making a loud entrance. He so does not fit in here. And yet nobody moves to throw him out. He bows sardonically to the upper-class men that are in here and moves through them quickly, seeking out someone.::

(Where are you?)

"There you are."

::A voice from behind the demon smirks in a low tone. Justin walks over to Paz so he's beside him.::

"Thought you were never going to get up."

::Past turns his head and grins at Justin.::

"Need my beauty sleep, don't I?"

::He stretches and glances around the club, more relaxed now.::

"What're you doing here?"

"What can I say? I like the society."

::Justin hands Paz a drink and joins him in gazing around.::

"You could use some new clothes."

"I'll tell you what I could use."

::Paz leans in and mutters into Justin's ear. He says some very dirty things.::

::Justin grins down into his drink.::

"Yeah? Well play your cards right-"

"Ah."

::Paz presses his fingers over Justin's mouth.::

"I always play my cards right."

::He downs his drink in one.::

"Where's de Clare? He wants to see me."

"Where he usually is, probably. Want me to come with you?"

::Paz grins at Justin.::

"Naturally, lover. Come on. Let's get out of this stuffy shithole already."

::They leave to the streets, Paz stealing someone's coat on the way.::