"Should you have any conveniently conclusive proof of your trustworthiness handy, I'll offer up to onect aught gold, delivered tomorrow, in exchange for an unspecified future favor of equivalent value which is fully agreeable to us both.  Should you not, I offer a silver in exchange for a comprehensive description of your abilities, delivered now, with the intent of negotiating a more substantial deal tomorrow."

"What constitutes conclusive proof of one's trustworthiness?"

"It doesn't sound like you have any handy.  Seems a bit hard to establish on short notice without - "  One of the couch dwellers who was receiving a hand massage starts enjoying it with rather more vocalization than previously, and to a degree that would be completely implausible outside of a ¿magic? not-quite-human-biology-based drug club.  The massage-giver radiates smugness.  ". . . Geminis.  Would you like to move this conversation somewhere slightly and only very slightly more private."

"Suits me fine."

"Please signal your consent to the staff."  Nicholas tilts his head to the color-coding board; desire to enter semi-private rooms is marked with rose pink charms and fully private ones with wine red.

"It's a nifty system you have here." Cam will take a pink charm.

"Incredibly, it turns out that the most effective way to make people feel at ease is generally to make them legitimately safe and very legibly so," agrees Nicholas.  Here's a hallway of little rooms with narrow windows in the doors and sturdy chairs and plush chaises longues on the floors.  The two of them pass an employee patrolling by and glancing in each one as he does.  A poster on the wall opposite the rooms informs readers of hand signals they can flag down staff with and reminds them that these rooms are not particularly soundproofed.

"I did not read the complete list of 'affections'," Cam remarks, "so I'm just sort of guessing what goes on here based on what I have observed elsewise and it paints a fascinating picture." Room.

"I couldn't begin to guess what impression any of that would give to someone entirely unfamiliar with the rest."  Nicholas takes the room's chaise and crosses an ankle over his knee.

"Lacking much cultural connotation it seems like it would be pretty straightforwardly popular among people who like this sort of thing to show up and get high and be attended to by well-behaved - doms or whatever the dynamic is called, but I think it's possibly more complicated than that? It's not my thing though, I just know people who'd like it."

"That seems a fairly accurate assessment, if I'm not equally ignorant of your broader context."  A silver piece appears by sleight of hand and is offered to Cam.

"- is that for a comprehensive description of my abilities?"

"Assuming your agreeability, yes."

"How comprehensive are we talking?"

"At maximum a silver's worth."

"That's not informative."

"The primary method of deal enforcement currently available to me is that if I'm left with a poor description, I will be less effective at coming up with additional deals, and therefore you will be less likely to legally and fairly get a substantial amount of money from me tomorrow.  Beyond that I bow to your discretion."

"I can create arbitrary material objects but they can't be minds or magical or involve vacuum or be antimatter or start in motion except via frame-of-reference trickery. I am indestructible. Also I'm from another universe. All my other capacities are downstream of that one way or another."

"What's your favorite thing you've made?"

"...I don't know how to quantify that. A lot of the time I copy things that already exist."

"A favorite thing, then."

"My violin."

"What sort of things have value in your society?"

"Where I grew up or where I live when I'm at home?"

"What's the difference?"