MacClery was about to speak, but instead politely nodded and handed Wilde the papers in question. Filed away with the documents of last time were the specifications needed. Sex or race did not matter, but the freshness of the body did. As close as it could be extracted to the time of death was ideal. However, adding agents that prevented coagulation would not be a concern of theirs, though the reasons for that weren't necessary. If William asked, MacClery could simply say that they were practicing with ways of doing that in-house, and would rather save the money by doing so, even if Wilde's contacts had the resources to do the same. It was all so very primitive, he read, but the lack of rules only further served his true purpose. "Of course. I'll be sure to the client know. In my albeit unprofessional opinion, I can't say that I see it being a long term exchange.. just enough to provide results. Though I believe I'll continue acting as a middle man, with the deal underway that should give your client a sure boost of confidence. Of course on top of the transaction itself, these advances are unwarranted by the surface of medical science, such experiments are frowned upon, I hope the vagueness of the order's destination isn't too strange for you."<br/><br/>He was still staring at Wilde, speaking sincerely, words from his cold, still heart. "And.. You should know I had no intention of losing faith in you. If anything I feel that such self discipline would make this much less worthwhile a meeting than it has been." MacClery kept in mind that he was not playing a suave gentleman. He was alone, driven by his work like a sick horse and at the mercy of William's own kindness and penchant for indulgence. And-- well, that wasn't far off from the truth, was it? He exchanged a laugh at the man's claims of ignorance, one that at least showed he could, and has played along with such a game. "Don't call it luck then... Skill, perhaps, if that word strikes a chord with you."<br/><br/>Testing fate, though a casual, blind gesture on the outside, he pulled himself through another sip of the ashy booze, the liquid burning the same path down his throat as the last. MacClery could only thank their kindred forefathers that it wasn't food, or else the texture of it would surely cause him to heave then and there. Setting the glass down, he had his case back beside him, neatly shut. There, he looked over Wilde a moment, before continuing. "I don't wish to force you out of your anonymity, William.. I however, can say that I came to the states as a young boy, I married, but my wife is no longer with me for reasons I feel neither of us need to speak about. What I should clarify, in good faith, is that it was never ideal."<br/><br/>He looked upon the man with admiration, and trust. "I was immediately charmed by our first meeting, if you'd like to call me weak, that's what you had me. Tonight I simply wished that I hadn't misinterpreted what I entertained to be mutual interest." Sighing deeply, he made a point to rub his finger and thumb together, a slight, nervous detail he seasoned the act with. "I've none of the youth, or flair of a handsome man your age, however apart we really are. The years look as if they have been so kind to you, if I'm not making a fool of myself." His confidence faltered, but at least it was so characteristic of a man with his social dilemmas to act like a lovestruck scholar, halfway between analyzing the potential chemistry and being a slave to the motions.