A trip to LA? Sylvester's heart nearly jumped out of his chest. His excitement was only tamed by the way Max looked over him, objective and slightly disapproving. Maybe even a little annoyed... But it wasn't entirely easy to read this new stranger. While he would have thought an expressive set of ears would aid him in knowing what was going on in that head, it really didn't help him until he learned the unique way to read him. It wasn't exactly the same as reading a cat or a human... It was unique. Still, it was a relief that Max was agreeing to a trial. He contained his own emotions enough to assess what details needed to be addressed before they could continue... Before he could look forward to it. First and foremost, the suit.<br/><br/>"Ah, right," Sylvester glanced down at his suit with only a hint of embarrassment. "I've been a little short on funds. This is really the best I could afford at the moment." He looked back up at Max, uncertain of the implications of getting a tailor. He'd never afforded a tailor. This would be an investment on Max's part; if things didn't work out, he'd be paying for both a new suit and a trip to LA. But then, there were clever ways around that. And how was one supposed to get anywhere in life without taking risks? "I get the feeling you would be thorough enough to know this already, but I wouldn't be able to afford to pay you back for the suit, or for the trip itself. If I could, I would. But I'd be willing to as soon as I'm able. That is the extent of my objection." Even if things were to fall through with this job... He didn't like hand-outs. It was against the way his mother raised him. "Aside from that, I'd be delighted to accompany you. Especially if the event you speak of is what I think it is."<br/><br/>Looking at Max now, he started to really take in his appearance. Now that he wasn't acting like an oppressed little slave, Sylvester noted a special regality in the way he held himself. He still seemed distrustful, as any man should be in the face of what could be the enemy, but he was well-composed nonetheless. He could just picture the Neko going on with an investment proposal, bright and shining. He fit in nicely to the role of someone smart and important. The only thing holding him back was the prejudice of other people. Max was even handsome, enough that Sylvester compared him to men he'd wanted to date but never had the courage to approach. Damn, what was he thinking?! This was going to be his boss! Besides, he doubted Max went the same way. It just didn't seem like he could ever be that lucky. "So," his light blue eyes snapped away, "Whatever arrangements you'd like to make on the matter, I'm game. A week isn't too long to wait to prove myself. It's not too short of notice either-- I have no prior commitments."