Tucking his helmet underneath his left arm, Lorcan hummed a little bit as the darker haired woman, Fixer Upper, started talking about a job. Sounded like a damned fine job too from what he could tell... but he wasn't here for credits. Credits were nice but he was already being paid a damn fine wage by Stolas and he didn't really need to take a bounty for more.
However, he knew what a fixer was.
"I'm interested but I've got an offer." he addressed Fixer Upper directly, "When the job is done, I want information rather than credits. You give me that and we're square. You don't feel like answering the type of questions I ask? Toss me the credits and we'll leave it at that."
He did spare the time to give the redhead a small, amused, smirk at the comment about a man like him not being able to handle her ass. It never failed to amuse him that people who were 'so not interested' made such a big deal about their sexual appeal. If you weren't interested, why even bring it up? Honestly, some people just confused having a sexuality for having a personality and it showed.
The pretty boy with the fang-mouth (henceforth marking him as Fang-Mouth for the rest of the mission) made a good point about stashing his armor. Nothing said "Not supposed to be here" like a rifle over a shoulder in whatever place they were going. He nodded to the other man before grinning at Holly.
"Watch over our gear while we're gone, Hols? You're a gem."
Stripping out of his armor just off to one side of the doorway, Lorcan showed no embarrassment as he pulled off the armor to reveal he hadn't bothered with an undershirt. The armor was rather comfortable itself by design and Byblos was a lot more humid than he preferred. He would, however, quickly start getting dressed in the uniform.
He didn't want to risk being too undressed around someone as hyper-sexed as Fire Crotch. For all he knew, she might take it as an invitation.
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