It wouldn't be the first time it had happened to Ulysse, either. But he'd like to think he's older, now, and more experienced with such things to the point he's harder to slip by. And besides, it's not even guaranteed that Rook will come to the bar. He could very well just leave town and never come back.

"I know," he reassures quietly, reaching out to give a gentle squeeze to Arie's knee. "If he comes by, you can meet him and feel him out, too."