[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/220914/8e9059edcf6526b950145941ec513ee6.png[/img][/center][right][sub][b]Location: Dante's Run - Fito's Ferry //[/b] Evening[/sub]
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Accompanying Yrga's glare was a light chuckle sent the imp's way. Barbatos waved at him dismissively. 

[color=fc8403]"I'll pay it,"[/color] he told the barkeep. It was not an offer so much as a statement, and he didn't look to Yrga to see if she would argue. Instead he turned his attention back to the table where the unsavory patrons had emptied their pockets before fleeing. It was a decent sum. It would cover the debt. He told her as much.

[color=fc8403]"It's enough, yes."[/color] He had memorized the contents of his family's ledger long ago, and didn't feel the need to check it now. And besides, he knew better than to insult her by counting it coin for coin. Barbatos took the severed finger between two of his own, spinning it in his hand slowly. [color=fc8403]"And so generous too. I'll give it to Zagan."[/color]

He couldn't imagine his brother was in the mood to appreciate a gift like [i]this[/i] particular item, but honestly that made it all the funnier. Barbatos had been leaning back in his seat with one arm thrown over the backrest and the chair balanced on two legs, but he let the chair fall back onto all four and leaned forward slightly over the table.

[color=fc8403]"Yrga, you make my job so much easier,"[/color] he began, catching her gaze. [color=fc8403]"That's what I appreciate about you. But c'mon. You know [i]this[/i] isn't why I came here, don't you?"[/color]

The collections was just a bonus, really. It hadn't been pressing, though he was happy to have it all the same. No, he'd come for a different reason. While Farfa had gone to the Stonehill District to fulfill his escort mission (which Barbatos was sure he would hear all about later, in great detail, which he was looking forward to), the youngest Comoita was here in this dingy shack suffering in the rain he hated for one reason. 

Barbatos smiled slightly and lowered his voice, his eyes glowing brightly in the dim light. [color=fc8403]"The Don. I know he's not [i]that[/i] busy, but he keeps dodging my attempts to meet with him lately."[/color]

There was a brief moment of silence as he let Yrga begin to process what he was asking. He sat back up straight, erasing the image of a conspirator he'd briefly donned. While brightening his placid smile, he continued idly spinning the severed finger between his own.

[color=fc8403]"He's avoiding me. And you can tell him I said that. You're my last hope Yrga."[/color]

That was, of course, a lie. Yrga probably knew it too, though he hoped she wouldn't call him on it just yet. He hadn't exhausted all of his avenues just yet, but the others were much less pleasant than enlisting the help of the orc in front of him.