Christobal had been hoping that it would be Emrys next from his friends that would offer him his hospitality. Vivienne's home was alright and so was that of some other prostitute friend of his, but they couldn't compare to Emrys' manor. It was a pity he wasn't a woman, so then he might have had a chance of seducing his friend and marrying into his pocket, as it happened in the scandalous, poorly written novels that Christobal sometimes painted covers for.

He could sense that Emrys wasn't terribly thrilled about him staying, but he was planning on playing stupid and prolonging his friends' hospitality for as long as he could. He didn't want to go to some whore's house anytime soon!

"You are such a good friend, Emrys!" Christobal commented, matching his friend's joking tone. "Maybe you will find me some wealthy client next!"

He was kind of hoping that would happen, actually. Couldn't Emrys find some filthy rich friend who loved art enough to buy that painting Christobal had sold to that New Zealander? He had done it in one time-space, he could do it in this one as well!