"Well, I'm sold." Minjun leaned back again, smirking as he held up one hand above his head. "I'd rank him pretty face--" He lowered his hand significantly. "--then cards and--" Finally he just waved his hand vaguely. "--then tea. I don't know, I don't care much about tea."

That face though? Oh yeah. He could see the appeal.

"I'll have to think about it," his father conceded, "That's the shame with the boys that have your kind of drive and talent, I can't keep them making me tea for too long." Much as he enjoyed his tea.

"I have space at one of my places, if you want to lend him out," Minjun offered.

His father nodded, but looked at Gyungho. "Do you know anything about the kind of business my son does?"