Well it seemed Shizuka was willing to do business, at least.

Her calm, agreeable words were all that kept Hasekura from testing her boast as she advanced. Her swaying stance and soothing tone all that kept Hasekura from demanding she leave as she stepped behind him. Practiced, dexterous fingers danced along the taught muscle of his shoulders and soft flesh of his neck, ministrations that so few customers ever offered.

Not that he could be swayed by such a play. A happily married man such as he -and in such a business as his, no less- could not afford to fall to pleasure. His devotion remained, as always, to his wife and profession. Not that he would demand Shizuka step back, or stop. No, if she wanted to pit her wiles against his, then so be it. He would stand firm, as a man of his stature should.

So he allowed her to tend to his poor back as she pleased, nodding easily to the reasonable offers now gushing from her lips.

Until...

"Wh- Ha-" A shudder ran it's way from the bottom of his feet to the whispy hairs on the very top of his head, Hasekura jumping from his chair to stumble away from Shizuka. Eyes wide, lips trembling, he ran risk of snapping the tip from his own tongue as he tried to force the words out. 

"I-i-if you knew already why did you co- Oh, oh ohhh."

He slumped, hands falling, eyes cast away in defeat. A ploy. She had managed to trick [i]him[/i], Hasekura Shoshitsu, of all people! Embarrassing- mortifying! But what could he do? It was all too late, now. He'd said to much, far, far too much.

Maybe Shizuka and Souma could kill each other, before one of them came back for him?

"Fine, you win..." He waved a hand in pitiful surrender, standing away from the desk he [i]should[/i] be lording behind instead. "Souma and his Fist are in hiding- I won't dare say where out loud. I'll get someone to lead you there, and you get me the money- okay? Deal?"