The bartender nodded as he listened and his own brother tumbled out knowledge to him. He'd dated a prostitute before? And they murdered someone?! And he gave him shit. He wanted to hold this over him, and he would... but probably for something very small and unimportant. He seemed sincere and more human than Menachem was used to.

"Well it is a brothel. I don't think you can control the type of clients and people it attracts. But it's better than most and this has been done well. Artistic?" He suggested and worried slightly if he'd be fired at any moment for speaking so honestly.

"Sorry about your past ah.. relationship. She seems sincerely nice, I'm sure history won't repeat itself." He knew it was a dumb thing to say but it just came out. He wanted to say something sympathetic and it was just the word vomit he came up with.

"Fair enough." He shrugged and nodded to him. "I know what you like. This used to be a favorite of yours, right?" He asked, quite prepared to let the cat out of the bag.