"You'll see tomorrow," he promises. It's good that Shinjirou already has a sense of how he operates; Jade doesn't have much patience for spelling things out all the time.

Almost lazily, he drapes an arm around Shinjirou's shoulders, tugging him closer. The sake had lent slight flush to Shinjirou's skin, and when Jade runs his thumb across along his cheek, it feels warm and smooth. "But no, I won't be charging him. You aren't worth it yet. Besides, what sort of host makes his guests pay for the entertainment?"

They'll still be doing plenty of paying though, in information and connections. But right now, Shinjirou is little more than a token of goodwill, a gift freely given to and shared with his acquaintances.