Simon furrowed his brows. Did Mr. Meijer know? Were they going to negotiate now? Or would Mr. Meijer be disgusted? But why else had he invited some stinky fisherman over if he did not want something he obviously had the money to buy. He still stood frozen in place. "At the beach, ser. Near 'is house. I had an injury and he kindly offered to have his servant dress it..." Kindly. From the moment he had seen the way Hurley look at him, he knew what the man wanted. And he had been fascinated.