"At least the boxes were padded; my Ershu would just have stuck us in a crate. No padding needed."

Because his Ershu was a gangster with better taste and style, but that was not who he would ever suspect as being in charge of this kind of place. For one, his Ershu had much better taste in decor.

"Looks good on you," he adds automatically, glancing at the food laid out before picking a spot where he might find his favorites. "I shouldn't eat much myself. I have my figure to maintain."

Because keeping a certain thinness was part of being what he was. Getting too fat would hamper his ability to slip through cracks in walls or hang unto the thin specialize ropes his people relied on.