[ Gen, meanwhile, trails a few yards behind Matt as he enters the garden -- close enough to watch the other and pick up on what he's saying, but far enough that they don't look like they're moving together -- and ends up lurking in front of a nearby stall selling used books. The words barely enter his brain when he picks up whatever volume's on top (some tattered old volume about the history of the city) and slowly leafs through it. He's far more focused on what Matt's doing, after all.

Which appears to be ... flirting?

... that's flirting, right. Is this guy seriously flirting with some old art dealer they're trying to mine for information.

Why the fuck is nobody in this goddamned place normal.

Gen rolls his eyes as he continues flipping through the book, trying to make out what Matt is saying, but the steady ebb and flow of noise as the market bustles around them makes it difficult. In the end, all he's gotten out of that interaction is that Matt sure was making googly-eyes at that vendor, and he looks up with a scowl when Matt approaches. ]

Took you long enough. [ The book he'd been looking at is tossed back onto the pile without a moment's hesitation -- the stall's owner looking slightly offended -- and Gen gives a tip of the head to indicate for Matt to follow. They can talk somewhere quieter, outside of the market. ] How much of that time did you spend asking for his number, and how much did you spend actually doing the job?