At hearing his brother's affirmation, Mica let out a long breath and sank deep into dark suspension within his mind. He shut out all of his senses, and attempted to observe the observer, setting himself across from his own experience of watching the thoughts passing through his inner world. That made seven. Seven men that he'd planned to kill, that he'd visualized firing the bullet that went between their eyes, that he had not killed. Of his two hundred and twenty eight confirmed kills, twenty nine of them had been premeditated as this one was, down to the second... The mental trigger phrase worked; Mica came back up to the present moment.<br/><br/>Rishon ran his fingertips over his chin as he listened to her questions, and showed his teeth as he shook with silent laughter. "So simple." He lifted an eyebrow and gave her back the once-over, smirking all the while. Rishon tracked Lilah's gaze to Mica, who was opening his eyes as she finished speaking. Rishon's eyes flitted to his watch, "Five minutes... mark."<br/><br/>Mica nodded to his brother, then replayed in his mind what Lilah had just said. He'd twisted words with the best of them and always found it to be repugnant as a negotiation strategy, but the first thing he saw was her smile and he found himself returning it. How long had it been since he'd merely exchanged banter? "I can keep your secrets."<br/><br/>Mica resettled in his seat with a shrug as he moved his hand to press the rocker switches on the console. They were passing a field bathed in the light of full moon. Four different types of trees cast black silhouettes on the cloudy grey sky, and in the distance the sound of approaching sirens lilted and wailed through the night air. "At the moment I am content to arrive at our destination with you. What you do from there is up to you." Mica cast a wistful glance out window to catch the last moment the field was in view. "At last report, no less than five detectives in the surrounding precincts would give their left arm for the chance to... Interview me." He smiled at the memory of their faces the last time he'd seen each of those detectives and their associates as he used the rocker switches to close them off from the sounds of the night once more.<br/><br/>"The talent you demonstrated at the bar tonight confirms the existence of a certain substance I've been hearing rumors about. The social profile of your erstwhile clientele suggests motivations strong enough to risk their company even for a couple of hours. The Foreign Investor is not necessarily someone you should have heard of, but it is their favorite thing to ask, and now, technically you have. Their name is Roxie," he pronounced it with a roll of the tongue, a Persian accent, and with three syllables, Ro-she-ey. "They are an associate of mine, and Roxie's 'Establishment' is not typically somewhere we bring someone we've only just met, regardless of the circumstances. Roxie will find that... Intriguing." Mica quirked one corner of his smile. "As for your first question, he was referring to you." He shifted his gaze from her eyes to sweep them over the curve of her lips, then up the swoop of her neck on the way back to her eyes. "You have a radiant smile, Lilah."<br/><br/>The car came to a stop, and the interior illumination slowly brightened. The passenger side back door opened to the sight of a plain building with no windows at the floor level, and an entrance done in mahogany. The driver stepped around the door and held his gloved hand out for the first passenger to exit.<br/><br/>Rishon flashed an excited grin, and lifted his hand in invitation. "Ladies first."