Lee laughed warmly at the comment Andrew made about ancestry and getting away from one's lineage. He knew the feeling all too well but tried to mask the betrayal and anger he still felt concerning his father and everything about his upbringing. Instead, he chuckled. "I can drink to that." He raised his glass then took a good swig from it. "What man doesn't try somehow to free himself from the confines of his father? True enough some may take up the family farm or business, but I think all of us, in our hearts, seek to be our own men; make our mark on the world." Was there that touch of southern accent again? Yes, yes it seemed when Lee waxed philosophical and closest to heart, his facade slipped just a notch.<br/><br/>"And true enough that your name carries at least a bit of your past with you, but it seems a long ago past? I don't really catch much of an over-the-ocean accent from you." He was curious to know more and that may have been marginally detectable with the slight tilt of his head, but he left the comment as it was. Despite wanting to know more about MacClery, he knew answers often begat reciprocation and he wasn't prepared to be so open about himself lest he find some social connection between his own clients and his father's circle.<br/><br/>As Andrew drew his attention to the suitcase Lee was reminded that there was business to attend to which then, in turn, reminded him that he should refrain from being such a socialite. The past couple days had really seen him indulging in a kind of closeness with people that could be dangerous for him. While he wasn't a considerably memorable person by physical standards, he was personable and people tended to react to that. He didn't need to be remembered and find himself at risk should one of his jobs, clients, or hirelings somehow botch things up. For the briefest moment the thought of it pinged a deep sense of loneliness in him. How many times would he make the circuit around the states digging up corpses and selling bodies? How many assumed names would it take until he forgot his own? When could he just stop and settle into a life with only one secret? Could that life be with the Professor? It seemed like that would be so fulfilling.<br/><br/>Lee brought himself around quickly with another deep drink and a subtle shake of his head. His attention was fully on MacClery now. The redhead was all business at that moment, yet held a distinct edge of something less formal or even proper. Lee's gaze lingered on the other for a moment before he slipped back into easy conversation with the smooth warmth of a sable. MacClery's business had been made clear at their first meeting and Lee drew himself back to that aspect of the meeting. That's what they were there for. It's what Lee was always there for. He needed to remember that. "Luck and formality; I may perhaps have an abundance of one and a diminished capacity for the other, but don't let my proclivities undermine your faith in my ability to be dry and efficient, because your question just underscores something for me and that's that sometimes I need to mind my discipline a bit more." He smirked just a bit as he regained his William Wilder; business man, persona. "I see you've brought everything with you...If I may?" He extended a hand for the papers."The interested parties will be happy to know I've secured a source for their supply..."<br/><br/>He perused the papers and the answers to the questions  he had given to MacClery and continued to speak as he absorbed the information given. "I understand there's still some uncertainty in what may or may not work for their purposes so, I'd like to propose that if, for some reason, the first batch doesn't satisfy their need, that I will then reconsider the properties of the product and come forth with something else." Lee had medical knowledge and there were aspect to this job that actually sparked his interest as a might-have-been doctor. He was fascinated by the prospects of blood transfusion and what it could mean, especially after growing up hearing the horrific recounting of death and maiming on the battlefields of the Confederate and Union fronts. "It's a type of contract I've never considered before , and it may not be suitable for me..." He paused then dropped the veiled context for plain words. They were alone, there was no harm in it. "To speak it plainly, if the first batch of blood doesn't suit the purpose, I'll find another, and if your men are good for it, I'll keep doing so as their research demands supply. It's not the kind of arrangement I'm used to, but I don't think it'll hurt for a little while. However; if I get any indication that I've been made, I'm out. As for payment, I want it cash per delivery. No credit, no quibbling. The first time that happens; I'm out. " He spoke clearly but quickly with an undeniable sense of seriousness. Everything he said and meant was certain as it was his bottom line for business. "As for the other matter petaining to the level of the intimacy of this setting? I would say that is a whole different kind of negotiation, Andrew. Lucky I may be, but candidly speaking, I do not claim to know the leanings of another man's ways but might be inclined to risk finding out." He paused briefly then leaned back with another puff of the cigar. It seemed to palpably signify that he was done and all he needed was MacClery's agreement or not as it pertained to business and Andrew's persuasions.