[It's a rather unsuitable place for such an esteemed man, isn't it? Nobody would ever consider Kuja willing to set foot in some mouldering ruin. He has people to dirty their boots with such menial tasks for him, does he not? But that's what makes it such a perfect place to hide.

Seteth does what he can without touching the outside, of course. The rough stone floor has been swept, the half-rotten away furniture has been dusted and straightened up, what remains of their cushions have been fluffed as well as they'll tolerate, a lantern glows on the table to chase away some of the gloom..... He's had plenty of time to make their rendezvous spot as presentable as it can be, given the delays.

But it's a small thing in the grand scheme of things, really. Even he would find it difficult to worry about Kuja, given the..... calibre of men he was meeting. Seteth comes to take Kuja's cloak instead once he steps inside, smile small but warm.]

Welcome back, Master. I hope their love affair with their own voices didn't interfere with your business for too long.

[Is he maybe just a little catty, knowing the sort of pompous fools Kuja deals with? Perhaps. But nobody save Kuja would ever know it, as quiet and respectful as he stays in public. Kuja has a reputation to maintain, after all--and whenever he is seen at his master's side, it's his duty to help uphold it.]