Simbel was silent for a moment, resisting the urge to crack a joke about how everyone wanted him to spend the night with them. Still, his heart said 'Turian' (Or at least his groin did) but his mind leaned toward Asari, if only because not only didn't she not menace to kill him, but she also proposed herself to host him despite their Turian friend saying she could handle it. That indicated at least that she didn't mind his company rather than doing so by obligation, no?

Looking at Chriseis, he bowed, his left hand on his heart and his robotic hand in the air. "Although I find it hard to refuse to spend the night with a Turian, you seem to value your intimacy and be shall I say... defensive about it? I think I'll retire for the night with our Asari colleague here." That was a good pick too, actually. "Still, it's only about half pass eight, do you guys really plan on ending the evening there? I know it's not Omega, but there has got to be something we can do for fun and get to know each other, no? First thing first. Can I pay you both something to drink? As Chryseis aptly nodded I don't have a rent to pay, so I should buy the first round, unless of course you can suggest a better place than this joint."

He hoped for a positive answer to his suggestion, but he didn't count on it too much. He was... different from them. While they seemed to place value on skill above all, he placed it on character, to make sure they wouldn't run away or leave him for dead to get his share of the contract if anything happened. It was ironical considering how he himself tended to be a cowardly vermin that didn't want to risk his life for that of others, but they didn't know that, nor did they need to. Ultimately, he assumed everyone in this line of work was skilled, if they were still alive after a few missions. But were they trustworthy? Another thing completely.