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Horus offered Maliya another of his small, reserved smiles. Davram meanwhile had fished his cigarette case out of his pocket, momentarily freeing Ahara as he stood and proceeded to his desk where a small lantern burned. He didn't bother with the tinder in his own home, rather bending at the waist and raising the shade to put the end of the cigarette in the sooty flame flickering there. He replaced the shade as he straightened, settling a hip on the desk so as not to offend them with his smoke, and so as to be close to the small ashtray that lay there next to all the scattered reports and correspondence. "We are. Not to seem unflattering, ladies, but seeking employment dressed as you are will take a much longer moment than if we outfit each of you with some attire which better suits each of your complexions and coloring. If you'll accept the garments as my gifts, very well. If you won't repay me when you have your feet under you once more." He tapped ash into the tray, and took a long drag on the cigarette before replying to Ahara's inquiry. "Of course. There's only one tailor in this city worth her charge, as far as I'm concerned." He'd left the cigarette case open on the table between them in case any of them cared to partake. Packing his pipe, Horus took Davram's queue and stood, moving over near to the desk and standing at the taller man's side before lighting it.