Rishon turned his head to watch his brother's face as Lilah gave her reply. Mica was keyed up, Rishon could see that in the tension at the corners of his eyes and in the way his hands were very, very still. That was normal for him on a night like this; even Rishon would think it strange if his brother was not keyed up on a night where he intended to commit premeditated murder. As she continued to speak, Rishon saw the tension loosen around Mica's eyes, and for a glimmering moment Mica looked relaxed. It wasn't because he ended up changing his plans about killing Shailen; Rishon knew the process impacted his brother the same way each time, whether he had to go through with it or not. Rishon slid his gaze to Lilah, who was cool, calm, and composed, or very good at appearing to be. Maybe it was because the conversation was slipping into familiar territory for Mica; he regularly interacted with individuals who had secrets to keep, and were wary of anyone asking questions. Maybe that, and something more: Mica had just found something that he'd sought for months, a lead on a new, mysterious drug that had profound effects on the user, provided they survived the fortnight ordeal incurred upon taking it. All wrapped up in a neat, little package in one of his own bars. How convenient. Rishon let his head roll back once more and took in a deep breath through his nose and out his mouth. Then his grin reappeared. Whatever was happening, it was going to be<i>fun</i>. Rishon would make certain of that.<br/><br/>Mica noted Lilah's gesture, and listened to her underhanded toss, then paused for half a moment after she had finished speaking as he considered her wry amusement. That quirk of the lip was rapport, a recognition. Mica could work with that. "You strike me as someone who isn't in one place very long. Give us both a little more credit than that. Yes, I am seeking information, and yes, you appear to possess a great deal of valuable information that I would like to obtain. However no, you will not see retaliation from me for walking away. I don't take what isn't offered. It's bad for business. What I do is offer resources to those with talent, who might not otherwise have opportunity to express said talent. Typically this breeds a sense of reciprocal appreciation, but in cases where it doesn't I find contracts suffice for the sake of business." Mica met Lilah's gaze with the cool, calm confidence of an expert in his craft, gave a nod of acknowledgement, then said, "I do not offer simplicity, Lilah. I offer power, with all of its complications." Mica lifted his arms, brought his hands together, interlaced his fingers, set his thumbs side to side, then rested in place as he tilted his head back. "The further we get from black business avoided tonight the better." As he closed his eyes, he said, "Rishon, do you have the timings?"<br/><br/>Rishon rose to alertness with his customary lazy, wicked grace. "Yes brother, to the second." He regarded his brother's relaxed form, then looked to the floor to note the distance between Mica and Lilah's feet, then lifted his eyebrows and pouted his lips as he regarded Lilah. "Impressive." Then he smiled a smile of secret knowledge, and said, "We're going to meet the so-called 'Foreign Investor' or so they like to call themselves. I suspect they will like you, given the circumstances. Have you heard of them?"