Tristan found it hard to read the other man's expressions, but the invitation suggested that there was hope for a friendship and maybe more. Probably more given the earlier... misunderstood metaphor.

"I'm certain some of the fishing families behind my house have girls eager for a job," he said, before realizing that that was a mistake. Yes, he lived in the city center, right on Flowergate, and the front of the house looked respectable. The back looked out on a yard and the cramped tenements tucked away from view from the main street. He had to keep the windows at the back closed in the summer. "Or any other poor family I've visited. I can ask around for you," he added quickly.