( He snorts at the question delivered, said flyer already folded up in between his fingers like a makeshift fan. In the other there's a bottle, so at least he's not here to make fun of anything. Or maybe he is, and this is just to soothe ruffled feathers. )

Could you afford me, Silco-san?

( Assuming there's a chair somewhere else in the room, Geto drags it closer, sets the soju down with a clank, and then takes a seat. He crosses his feet at the ankle, knees spread, the picture of indulgence. ) Ai, I should be looking into employment, I know that much. Do you want to give me the spiel? I'll rate it for you.