"Was there someone else you planned to meet this evening?" Mattheus chuckled good-naturedly as he used a finger to push up the bridge of the fake glasses.
Jack had a peculiar expression on his face before he smiled a bit helplessly and admitted. "No, of course not, friend. But I must admit, while I have known many eccentric aristocrats, you are in a category all your own."
In other words, the merchant was at a loss and didn't know how to deal with Mattheus out of a lack of experience with anyone like the baron himself.
Honestly, the twenty-year-old would hope not. He knew the impression Jack Vengulls had of him considering it was half-calculated to make sure the merchant wouldn't dare to break Clause B. If anyone gave Jack the same mix of wariness and awe, Mattheus would be concerned.
