<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">The slight cant of his head was the only indicator that Luca was listening to the words the other man spoke. That growing sense of the walls closing in bearing down on him. Not an unfamiliar feeling as of late,  he couldn't muster any amount of alarm to the confirmation that his pursuers were fast closing in. It'd only been a matter of time.<br/>
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As the man finished his spiel with that self satisfied grin aimed towards Luca, he quirked brow as he finally took the time to study the man proper. This was a man with a malleable presence. Easily lost in a crowd. This was a man who could become anyone. This was a man who believed himself to be the smartest person in any room he occupied. And perhaps his arrogance was founded.<br/>
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"You must be parched after that mouthful.” Luca drawled, equal parts wary and curious. Catching the bartenders attention he nodded towards Gislebert, “He’ll have the same.”<br/>
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He turned in his seat until he was fully facing the other man, “Given that you've done your research and I'm still breathing, I take it you're not here to collect the bounty,” he tapped his fingers absently against the countertop, settling one booted foot on the rung of Gislebert. “But there is something you want, yes? You know I am a dead man and you come to offer salvation.” A smile broke across Luca’s face then, and he seemed more than anything to be finding the whole situation rather amusing, “Come, name your price.”</span>