This guy sounded about as ecstatic to hire him as one would look forward to watching paint dry. Whatever though. Once he gets his pay and the work is done, he wouldn't have to deal with the large grump any further... unless of course, the rhino would call on him for another job, which Raphael wouldn't mind. More clients than friends, getting his hands dirty for the sake of making a living. Story of his life. Not that he's complaining.
"Like I need it," Raph scoffed in good humor as he too got up from his seat. "Yeah. Watch your back, Slash." The turtle grinned slightly while watching his friend walk off, before setting his gaze on the uptight bigshot waiting for him.
As he followed the other mutant, he glanced around at the sea of patrons. Already he noticed some drunkards-- and, lo and behold, a young pickpocket at work. Tch... maybe he shouldn't have occupied Slash's time. Well, it wasn't his problem. He'll leave 'disciplinary control' to Slash and his cousin.
"Sure. Considerin' I am one." He spoke matter-of-factly. To support that, he revealed his sai hidden in his coat briefly. When the client stopped and took a seat, he stood before him with his arms crossed.
"It's Red. Just Red." The terrapin nodded. "So who's the punk that pissed you off so bad?" Now it was his turn to get eager, tone growing low and a tad malicious. "And how bad do ya want 'im treated?" After all, customer satisfaction was key.