Mute actually gave a rare laugh at the idea. Drugging an Allirian patrol would certainly be a bonus on this little venture. There were some really rotten men in the Allirian guard, as a lot of Zilvra's girls could attest to. He certainly wouldn't feel guilty setting them up for a little nap.
Mute lifted a hand to bid farewell to Samara, Rou, Moirne and Urchin as they left, leaving the three men alone... And now the wait. Always the most unpleasant part of any job. Sitting still, tapping your fingers and going over and over the plan in your head, wondering if you made any mistakes. He was pleased when Finnegan returned with the drinks. He could certainly use a bit of liquid courage tonight. With a nod of appreciation, Mute took the tankard and downed half of it in one go. He needed that... But no more. He didn't want to be intoxicated on the job after all.
True, the two certainly seemed to lock eyes on more than one occasion. Mute had noticed that. And the same could certainly be said about Finnegan and Samara. Well, Mute certainly wasn't going to complain. It was always nice to know that your team mates were getting along... In fact he was wondering how busy the rooms upstairs might get once the job was over.
Mute could only shake his head at that. No. No, there was no woman. Never had been. Getting close to a woman was extremely difficult when he had no way of communicating his feelings towards them. He'd hired whores on rare occasions. Coin in the hand was a universal language that all could understand. Still, sating lust and having a companion that he could connect with on an emotional level were not the same thing, and his rare experiences with the ladies of the night always left him feeling shallow and empty after the fact... Couldn't be helped though. You made do with the hand that life dealt you, and life now was treating him a great deal better than it ever had before. He couldn't complain.
