[ Ah. He. Doesn't like where this conversation is going??? He'd been nodding along with the conversation, perfectly placid and obedient, like the perfectly lapdog, but stiffens slightly the instant he hears the word 'erotica.' Because while he isn't familiar with the word itself (no such thing as erotica in his days!), he can ... hazard a guess at what it is.

Too bad Figaro turns towards him before he can fully steel himself for this vein of conversation. ]

Aaaah ... [ That half-hearted noise trails off into a vague noise, and Serpico makes a vague gesture with his hands. ] ... I, ah.

[ Oh. This is hard. He's used to navigating odd social situations, but this one is utterly new, and it takes him a moment to try and orient himself. And he can't help looking just a little awkward (for real this time, not fabricated), as he rubs a hand at the back of his neck. Surreptitiously giving Figaro a look that says 'go easy on me???' ]

Well, I should be able to chime in with some suggestions. I can't claim this is exactly my area of expertise, but ... you are our employer, Sir Mingle. I'll do my best to oblige.

[ It's fine! It's fine. Sure, he's a knight working for the church, but he did grow up in the slums, hearing and seeing plenty of unsavory things. How saucy could things get? It'll be fine! Surely!!! ]