He came to stop as MacClery did, turning to face him as he leaned against a wall minus a bit of respectable distance due to the nature of their discussion. Outside under the dark of the night sky and the amber glow of the gaslights, he felt more relaxed and treated the conversation as such. Without the din of crowd noise and clanking glasses he could fully appreciate the lilting timber of MacClery's accent. In general, the Irish were, and had long been, a despised lot, but when one came upon a well mannered, sober, educated man of the Isle such as MacClery, the accent had the effect of sweet cream on fresh warm bread; a tasty, very satisfying treat. "It certainly will be..." Lee spoke more quietly now that they were outside. "We'll need to be alone once you come back with the answers to those questions. There's some specifics in there that beg for full and necessary disclosure that your clients, and myself, won't want falling on strangers ears." He paused. "And perhaps you're right, maybe I am a little bit of a risk taker, but the same might be said of you, no, Mr. MacClery? I mean, I'm not here having this conversation by myself." The corner of his lip curled up in a warm impish smirk that brought a spark to his eyes. William Wilde may have been entrenched in some of the most macabre, unsavory, and illegal activities that society could offer, but yet his personality seemed to tend toward lighthearted with an edge of warmth and humor.<br/><br/>Lee lingered for a moment as though he stood at a fork in the road where he could wrap up the conversation with a few short words, or push it in another direction. He chose the former and extended his hand to close the meeting with a shake. "Seeing as I only intended to stay in town a couple days, I just have a hotel room near the fair. I'm going to need to rent something a little more long term. So, I'll be about that business tomorrow and when I settle in, I'll send word to the address you gave me with where we can meet. Hopefully you'll have all the answers I need by then. If your clients need or want to reach me before then, just leave word with Mrs. Durbin at the Durbin House." With that he gave MacClery's hand a firm shake then slipped his hands into his trouser pockets as he turned to make his way off onto the yellow lit Chicago streets.<br/><br/>While the payday in his pocket beckoned Lee to light at some pub or gambling house until the small hours of the morning, his business meetings and a day at the Fair had left him exhausted. He made his way back to the Durbin House Bed and Breakfast and wasted no time cleaning up and changing into his night clothes. The house itself was pretty much just that, a house that an old couple decided to rent its two extra rooms out during the duration of the Fair. For many people who lived in the city, it was a very lucrative option as the Fair brought many, many visitors that found lodging scarce. If Lee wanted to keep paying an exorbitant price, he could just continue to stay at the Durbin's, but he didn't care for that idea in the long term. He decided in the morning he'd take his coffee while reading the morning paper and when finished he'd set out to find more affordable accommodations over the long term. It was true enough that one had to spend money to make money, but Lee liked to hold on to as much money as he could. Once in new quarters, he would would send word to Andrew MacClery of his whereabouts and arrange a meeting.<br/><br/>Once the details for the next day were settled in his head, Lee made himself comfortable in the bed and with a few deep breaths he was relaxed with eyes half-lidded. His mind wandered through the day, bringing up vivid images of the amazements and delights he'd seen at the Fair. There had been so many people from all over the country and all over the world. He wondered if there were even so many people in the city outside of the White City. It seemed impossible. Even though he had spent his entire day there, he'd seen so very little, and he smiled a sleepy smile as he thought about going back. He wondered if, at the conclusion of business, MacClery might attend an evening at the Fair with him. The constant travel and underground nature of Lee's work left little in the way of friendships to be had and sometimes it gnawed at Lee to be so alone all the time. To have an evening with a friendly, interesting man such as MacCleary was an enjoyable though and the one Lee decided to fall asleep lingering on.