[Huaisang blinks a few times, but he supposes he can't deny being a perverted old master, even though he's been like this ever since he was a teenager. It worries him that Baratheon seems certain to draw negative attention onto himself, which will draw it from there onto Huaisang. The broken front window is already an issue he doesn't know how to handle, and he wants to cry again.]

Be careful. The women here... like I said. The locals are very prim and disapproving. And there are threats. The broken window at the front, we'll need to have it repaired so that nothing can climb in, but I don't know who can do that and I don't have the money to pay for it.

[Eyes wide and brow furrowed with worry, he gazes at Baratheon in hopes that he'll offer solutions--or at least recognize the problem.]