"Well, this and that... Olivia..." he said turning to the young woman he'd arrived with. "Do you mind entertaining yourself for a moment? I just need to have a little business talk with Jay for a moment. It'll be terribly boring..." He gave a half smile as the girl nodded and walked off towards the bathroom with a slightly raised eyebrow.
Hernandez turned back to Jay, pulling a silver cigarette case out of his pocket and lighting up. "I'll give the good news first. You know how I owed Senor Zavala Junior a pretty considerable sum of cash after he found out I'd been a little creative with my paperwork? Well... That's more than returned."
He took a long drag on his cigarette, casually using a pot plant as an ash-tray.
"The bad news is how he took all the cash back... I now lack a house, own no ships, no stock and have no capital. Everything I have is tied up in her..." he coughed and smiled, nodding towards the bathroom door
"... assets... shall we say." He paused. "I've been living off the wage she pays me to manage her funds and a few of her business holdings. Olivia is the daughter of a certain Lord Tarquinn Smith Smythe Smith - The Earl of Malmsbury - winner of the international matchbox-jumping gala, hosted on planet cambridge, and in his youth he was renowned for his commitment to the noble sport of beggar kicking... If that gives you any of idea of the sort of people I'm dealing with here... But as you can guess, Bretonian old money is running into a little bit of trouble in this day and age..."