A mix of emotions filtered through him as the woman stepped between him and the door. He thought about breaking her finger then her neck as she touched and spoke in a mannerism that might have worked on one of those weak minded fools down stairs. He didn't smile at her and even allowed her to believe he was actually listening even as she walked away from him to the couch.<br/><br/>Turning his body slightly he walked with quiet poise over to the bottle of whiskey that was kept in his office and poured some into a tumbler. Picking it up he swirled and examined the liquid before taking a sip. The veiw of his club from where he stood was a sight to behold. Men chased after women who debased themselves for a few extra dollars.<br/><br/>"What do you take me for?" He asked after a moment more. Aoi continued to stare out. It wasn't the women he admired but the men who had them eating out of their palms because they had something the other wanted. He glanced at her after a moment more.<br/><br/>"You don't seem to get it," he cackled, "I don't like your kind in the least. You are useful to those who will use you. You are a tool nothing more."<br/><br/>He moved towards her then smirked, "Leeches. That's all your kind are. You suck dry one man then move on to the next. He's your next. Enjoy. Hopefully he will fall for your charm."