Eyes flashing with veiled rage, yet he’s laying down his sword and raising a white flag. He’s in Carrero domain and it’s not a place you want to pick a fight when you’re alone and unarmed. That stubborn set of his jaw relaxes, and he leans back slightly in a less dominating stance, while still trying to pull off confident.

‘‘Let’s not make a bit of skirt become a factor in a communication breakdown, there’s plenty of whores in here to satisfy my needs. Fancy a few in my room tonight and maybe vary the styles.’’ He’s receding with a smile but his face says everything; that anger is still...