Trafalgar looked at him for a second, then at the empty space beyond the balcony where the cigarette had disappeared. "I didn't expect to find you here. Aren't you supposed to be inside doing business?"
Augusto clicked his tongue and leaned one arm against the silver railing, as if losing the cigarette bothered him more than being caught outside. "Doing business, he says. Look at you. You've become important enough to ask questions like that now. I'm just kidding you know that, right?"
Zafira stepped up beside Trafalgar, her glass still in hand, watching the lycan with quiet curiosity.
"Oh, right. Sorry." Trafalgar tilted his head slightly toward Augusto. "Zafira, this is Augusto. Merchant based in Mariven Port." Then he looked back at the lycan. "And Augusto, I assume you already know Zafira du Zar'khael."
Augusto straightened at once and gave a proper bow, much more polished than one would have expected from someone like him. "Lady Zafira."
