Theobald orders a second beer with a wave of his hand and a look to the bar. Altough he doesn't like smoking, here somehow it doesn't bother him. But he would never touch a cigar himself.
"The pleasure is mine, Caitlyn Cross," he says, looking at Cait and smiles. He then frowns a bit: "Hmm, I don't think I know the club you have in mind, but thats not a surprise, since I rarly leave the ship when I am at Manhatten. I have spend there enough time." One can see his mood darken a bit as he falls silent. Then his new beer arrives and he brightens up and takes a sip.
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