This glittering chamber boasts the spoils of glory for the Parade. Many valuable items and gold can be found here, from all the missions and payments from clientele of the parade. But don't try to steal from it, no doubt there'll be multiple enchantments to stop you.
He was guarding the vaults - his least favourite part of the job. Amazed that he was still somehow not bored to sleep yet, he picked up a penny, and observed it, the minted figure of some ancient queen glinting at him in the light of the vault.
He was passing through, really, and had no intention of going into the vault. He wasn't particularly in need or of want of money or riches so the idea of stealing anything was the last thing on his mind. However, he heard noise and got curious. He leant against the entrance as he regarded Soren. "I'd be careful not to knick it," he said but his grin displayed that it was simply in good nature and knew the guy was guarding it.
He chuckles, flipping the coin from his finger with his thumb towards the other man. "It's a pretty little thing, but there are prettier things in sight." He responds coolly. "Besides, I haven't dealt with anything as common as money in years. You must be new here."
He chuckles, "A couple of months is still new. When you've made it for a year without getting killed, come talk to me, kiddo." He chuckles, holding his hand out, "Name's Soren. I work in the Apothecary. Been here for the better part of twelve years."
"Really? I tried flattering Tessa or whatever her name, I think she just wanted to push me off the balcony," he said, joking of course, "but how could you guess? Pretty boy's my name. You can just call me pretty, though."
He didn't back away when Soren moved closer, why would he? In fact, he might have even leant slightly forward. What could he say? He could tell the direction this was going and he certainly wasn't complaining. "I hope so," he said, his voice almost a notch lower. "You seemed kind of bored before, though I suppose this place is rather...private, you wouldn't get much company."
He chuckles, "The company's... not quite what it used to be like..." He goes to lean forward, but then steps back. "Listen pretty boy. This place has eyes and ears everywhere. Why don't we go for a drink, and you tell me your real name?"
He inches forward, and leans in, kissing Julian, with one hand going through his hair, and the other on his cheek. It's only brief but he retracts and then whispers to his ears, "I'm used to making boys wait."
He nearly pointed out that: one: he didn't even know his number, two: didn't he have a job to do? Well, it wasn't as if Julian was going to cover for him. "I might be waiting," he called after him, walking off in the other direction.