"You prefer a softer touch, yes?" He crackled a laugh, this wasn't the first he'd found the sort and been summarily turned down. Not as common a thing in the South as it was in the warmer North, but not so strange as he might bat an eye. Especially if it meant they could admire women together, if she was of a mind.

"In more ways than one- it has been some time since I've last run into a Jenny. Though to be fair it was less 'running into' and more 'running errands for' in Denerim about a decade ago. There are not quite so many friends in Antiva, alas. I suspect the Crows either leave them cautious or snap up the sorts for their own use." Which was a bitter shame. Those that made good Jennies had similar traits in what made for a good Crow- but with more freedom and joy in the acts of mayhem.

Still, it was nice to see that the organization persisted and continued to employ sneaky, smirky sorts.

"Friend of a friend, perhaps."