Simon watched as the man's fingers trailed accross the buttons, wondering what it would be like to slowly open all those layers of clothing and - right, best not think about that too much in public. Would he be able to get Mr. Meijer to pay for certain services? He was all eyes alright. "Where are you from, ser?" It was not his place to ask questions. But then, it was not his place to spend time around a gentleman in the first place. Meijer had slowly moved nearer and suddenly, Simon stepped a little to the side so that his shoulder and arm bumped into Zech's. He stepped back with a startled expression. "I do apologise, ser." But he didn't mean it.