[Ah, now there is a true statement. Reeve sighs and takes another sip at the wine. The young... man? Man. The young man definitely was observant.]

Are you suggesting that you would prefer something else to the wine? It hardly seems to me that you have any chance of being paid sufficiently to do any duty further than the dances this place is known for, even on the Plates.

And something tells me that my fellows have not paid you anywhere near enough for their intentions upon my evening.