Isaac "Rowan" Radley

"Apparently you are. What do ya want anyways? Your pets not fun enough?"

"Well, darling, you're not hard to miss."

"If ya keep staring like that I am going to have to start charging ya a fee."

Oh, hush. No one is looking your way.

"I hope you are lost, and not looking for something…"

"It depends. Is there something worth being found?"

She spoke slowly taking extra care with her words around the man that had been assisting her with improving her English. “Fuck you, Rowan. Ladies come for miles.”

A soft smile rested on Isaac's lips as Bo spoke with clarity, "Oh, darlin' they aren't the sort of women you want to be spending time with."

I'm Rowan.

I presume that’s enough for me.

And here I was, thinking that you were. What an awful start on this day.

Only for a fee, otherwise you must settle for enjoying my presence. 

Shame, would have been a entertaining sight.

Oh darling, I'm not here for your entertainment. 

Try to seduce the one who’s standing behind the bar, and you will even get it for free.

I'm not one for seducing my coworkers. 

   ”Wouldn’t mind spendin’ my evenin’ with you,” Silas says plainly enough. Money well spent he reckoned as he fished out a dollar from his back pocket. It was unpleasant to think that it’d been so long and he was so desperate that now he was paying for the company. Too late to turn back now as he places the bill at the nightstand and returns to warmth he’s been craving longer than he can recall. Even for such a steep price, there’s not an ounce of regret in his veins as he drags his teeth along warm skin and draws Isaac in close.

He eyed the money carefully, making sure that Adam set down where he could see it, and then allowed himself to be pulled closer. In the beginning, when everything was still new to Isaac, there had been some nervousness when it came to clients. He hid it well, sometimes it even worked to his advantaged, but he had come a long way since he first entered the brothel. It all came so easily now, the exchange of looks and money, fingers trailing each others skin, nothing was left untouched or unexplored. Sex was a matter of business.

"I don’ care who covers it or who doesn’. I just want it done ya twit. You think ya know everything about me but yer just like the rest. Idiotic and assuming shit ya don’ know anything about. And ya never do anything Isaac so I don’ know what yer problem is. I have lads coming to me regularly before this whole mess destroyed our home. Yer such a selfish prat though only wanting ter care about yer own ass. And that pet of yers. I am tired of yer attempts to bring me down because it doesn’ work."

"And yet it is you who is making asinine assumptions about how I feel, I do believe you're the pot calling the kettle black. I am not going to sit here and argue with you. If you're looking for a fight then perhaps you should place a bet on one of those boxing matches because I will have none of it here."

"I am naught craky ya rat. And it is naught that difficult as it is yer job. Naught to sit on yer ass and do nothin’."

"Darling, if you haven't noticed, there is still construction going on. There's no books to balance if no one is coming in. As for repairs, those expenses have been dealt with and quite frankly, it's none of your business." 

"No, I just want me money. Don’ you have a book ter balance or a lad to play with?"

"Rather difficult to balance a book at this time. As for a lad, never mind that. As I'm not the one crankier than a badger being poked with a stick."