[guess things are about to get steamy then, because the Corinthian doesn't seem inclined to move just yet. He looks down a moment, white brows twitching up, before just... ignoring that and looking back at Jesse's face.

And his eyes; the eyes tell so much more.]

I'll remember that. I'm known as the Corinthian.

[perhaps he'll do some reading later; then again, perhaps he won't have to.]

Was it truly you confidence in your abilities that stayed your fear, or are you simply so often threatened in dark alleys?