[ The comment about trifling men was not made in a vaccuum. Howl smiles at Amos after he chuckles and waves his free hand slightly to refill his champagne glass to the top again. ]

Ah, don't misunderstand. I was not there as a client. I wasn't there as a companion, either.

[ The champagne bottle floats to him now, empties the finger of champagne left into Howl's glass, and floats back to place itself in a trash can on the other side of the nightstand. ]

And in any event, I probably shouldn't kiss and tell. My apologies. [ He sips his champagne, looking at Amos over the rim of the glass, and then finally gets to the point. ]

If you do ever try visiting her brothel, however... I strongly suggest you bring payment with you on the night you go.