Menachem ah'd and chuckled. "You are too nice for your profession, I think. But who am I to talk? The guy who helped me went above and beyond, and I'm grateful for it. Well, if I notice anything, you'll be the first I go to. I can't stand the law much for how good it's worked for me." He took a moment to drain almost half of his second drink and sighed. "I'll tell you what, taking what you can get can get you into huge trouble. You put yourself into crazy and that crazy will stick with you way after." He gestured to him. "You need to know how to be charismatic. You look rough but you seem nice, and you aren't as ugly as some who have someone." He waved his hand. "A courtesan? Fancy term for the same thing, at least you were getting it for free." He laughed and bumped him lightly. "I'm just saying it cause she broke your heart, so don't think I'm trying to be too harsh. At least she made you happy a little bit right? Just don't give up, be bolder maybe."