Darius laughed again at his answer, noting Flint was drunk but not saying anything about it. "Well, perhaps one of these young ladies could help you out. Which one would you like, Flint?"
The group of girls behind Darius looked over at Flint, and frowned when they saw he wasn't a nobleman. "Since you are a good personal friend of mine, Flint, after all." Darius added, and with that the girls had renewed interest.