"Yes," Lancelot nodded simply, "I have described the specific situation to the corrupt cultivators in detail, you can learn from them."
"Who wants to meet that bunch of old antiques who wrap themselves up tight?" Akama pulled the shoulder straps of her gown onto her arms, "For instance, you, would you like to see me wear more, or less?"
"Your dress looks very fitting," Lancelot answered noncommittally, "Moreover, I am certain Mr. Pakos is equally well-informed about the death of Satugura."
"Hehe, that's for sure, after all, the news that you killed that fox came out from the Tears of Azaka first." The succubus glanced at the halfling smiling beside her, "Why don't we go have a drink at his place tonight, maybe you can tell me the story of how you retrieved that Divine Artifact... just the two of us."
"Not possible, I don't welcome you," Pakos turned his face faster than flipping a book, "You two find somewhere else for your date."
