[Just saying things wasn't typically Jarlaxle's strong point, at least not when it came to voicing direct desires. But for Xenk, an exception was going to be made. Don't worry, he's not going to leave the poor man guessing. As the other man steps towards him, Jarlaxle makes his move, on his feet in the blink of an eye and behind the crate.]

I hope you're swifter now than you were on the obstacle course~. Foul villain that I am I'm in dire need of a bit of holy retribution, I'd almost be disappointed not to feel its sting.

[Come and get him, Xenk, with that challenge thrown down he's already off and away, darting down the docks and towards the residential district.

What, and make the poor man drag him all the way to a more proper place for this game? He's doing him a favor really.]