MacClery put on his warmest smile, a touch weary from the night trip for authenticity's sake. He switched his suitcase to the other hand with a nod of his head as he greeted his associate. "My walk here was just fine, thank you for your concern." He stepped in out of the hallway. "I fare quite well in the rain, if it should." MacClery paused to take in his surroundings. The room was much more lavish than he'd have expected, which was the least Lee had to offer. Maybe he predicted they would have their exchange in some old, shady two room apartment. Or any of the places frequented by those who wanted to meet up for cheap. He was about to comment, but William's remark caught him off guard. A part of him had to process it before he made a fool of himself. It was so easy to forget such petty prejudice when a man spent most his hours with the dead, and kindred had traveled to the Americas from all over the globe, hungry for new territories to dominate. "I can't say I got the best look... Ah, I would be pained to hear if you set aside such a fine location for our meeting. Please say you're normally this exuberant about proper setting."<br/><br/>For one, MacClery didn't really know what Wilde did during his day. He imagined aside from work, took part in more.. social confrontations than he was used to himself. After all, there was a bit of an age gap between them. The youth would be as they may. Perhaps if MacClery had met his end at an earlier date, he would too explore how play and courtship had changed over the years.<br/><br/>He followed for a place to sit, setting his case beside him and clasping a hand over it with an inquisitive look. "Well, business first? Or should I set it aside for pleasure. I hope you didn't plan on kicking me out too early, I did say I would set the night aside." MacClery joked under a facade of friendly humor. In truth, he didn't need to carry out this work plan as he was, humane, on even ground. Ghouls were very obedient partners to have in any industry. Though he had no shortage of money due to his dealings with the Camarilla, it wouldn't hurt to play on the man's inevitable hunger, he thought. Or was he getting ahead of himself?<br/><br/>"I can only imagine how lively your days are." He prattled on casually, thinking he should at least speak little of himself as to not seem so imposing. Sure, most of Wilde's guests were likely the secretive sort, but a little personal flavor in their conversation was necessary. "Most of mine are spent traveling back and forth. I don't often get the chance to sit like this and have a nice chat with anyone whose worth more than dumping papers on. You could say I'm envious, but even looking back a decade, can't say I was much different." He leaned back comfortably and picked up that moment  with a grin, "I'd ask what you were doing ten years ago, but that would be giving your secrets away, wouldn't it Mr. Wilde?" On that note, he perked up with an idea, "Or do you care for that name under this roof? If a first name basis is what you would prefer... You can call me Andrew." He raised a brow with a thoughtful frown. It was never a good time to breach formality, though the risks he and Mr. Wilde faced were wildly different, he imagined.<br/><br/>MacClery enjoyed the conversation, though on the inside he fumbled anxiously with his words, how he managed his time. "Are you sure you just found this place by the way? At the time of the fair, I imagined it was hard booking a room anywhere that had a working sink." He was sure not to look too impressed, with how he was dressed it'd be safe to assume he was also a man of some level of luxury. "You must be a lucky man. And you<i>did</i>say you were a risk taker... good match, those traits. Sometimes good foresight and connections alone don't pull you through the nasty obstacles life throws at you."