Kade could sense the hesitance, the confusion, and even the fear.  He’d successfully rattled the lawyer to this point, to where the man wasn’t even comfortable sitting down with him in public.  He, on the other hand, had no problem at all taking a seat along the wide couch, his arms splayed across the top and one long leg crossed over the other.  His unbuttoned shirt spread open a bit more in that pose, and he was well aware of how enticing Dorian found him.  It wasn’t<i>entirely</i>suggestive, but he knew that someone whose head was wrapped up in the physicality that transpired between them would see it as exactly that.<br/><br/>It was clear to see by the man’s stance, and by how he was backing up through his little speech, that he was in fight or flight mode… and completely ready to bolt out of there.  For that reason, he thought it over quickly, then decided to take things slow and cautious.  There was no reason to scare of the best lawyer for Jacob so soon, and after all the trouble he’d gone to of setting up their meetings.  If he had to wait for a while to claim his prize, then he would have to sustain himself in the meantime.  Isaac’s return would help.  Perhaps he could start ahead of schedule and start picking new flowers to fill his garden up.  Isaac was a lovely thing, twenty-one and full of life, just as sweet as Jacob.  He had never recruited for Kade, nor had he gone so far as to hunt for sacrifices, but Kade’s age meant he could afford to wait.<br/><br/>He stared down at the paper on the table.  A soft smile came to his lips, but he didn’t quite meet Dorian’s gaze, again.<br/><br/>“My, my… I’ve never been rejected so harshly… and yet so professionally before,” he commented, almost looking miserable and wounded.  It came across more like he was trying to hide those things which he didn’t honestly feel, but Kade had become very good at mimicking emotions at an early age.  “I apologize if the flowers were too forward.  I only heard from your secretary that you were ill and—Well, it doesn’t matter.”  He finally reached forward to take the paper, which he folded as he stood, then tucked it into his pocket.<br/><br/>“But you don’t need to lie to me, Dorian.<i>Mr. Michaelson</i>,” he corrected, appearing to accept the man’s distancing.  “You know as well as I do that Jacob trusts me and tells me everything.  It’s completely acceptable for you to want to lay down boundaries, especially if my interest makes you uncomfortable.  Of course I will honour your wishes.”