[Oh a costume change! Very dramatic, Jarlaxle didn't even attempt to hide the obvious approval on his face. Good enough that their hired digger here was too busy being Totally Not Jealous to notice his 'date' openly eying the man. Jarlaxle handed over the map promptly, doing well enough to mind the edges on the other man's glove.]

Hopefully it was buried well enough away from the high tide line, I'd hate to think that my things are sodden and tarnished.

Where ever did you have this outfit hiding?

[There's an offended sounding grumble from the sailor, responded to with a gentle hushing from the drow. Don't be jealous.]