<span style="font-size: 15px">"I'm glad we have an understanding." MacClery's words were soaked in sincerity, but all the while he tried to discern more theories about him. William kept his accent vague, his fashion modest, unlike himself, voice reeking of Irish descent and hair a somber, red hue. He'd wondered if this entire time the younger had been trying to dissect him instead, such a thing was a learned trait. Confidentiality be damned, there were ways to check one's sources without breaching confidence. At least without a tombstone, the prosperous resurrectionist would go fruitless. Above all MacClery was humored by the level of romanticism in Wilde's speech, not that he would be quick to call the man easy, but he was certainly thankful for the relaxed atmosphere between them.<br/>
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He was quick to reply, but kept collected, haste was unattractive as he had noted. "I would appreciate any time you could give me. I understand you're a busy man and work of this nature requires a lot of mobility." MacClery's eyes darted back up from the papers Wilde was currently sifting through at the private invitation. Perhaps he overestimated him? "... Mr. Wilde, what would you say is an appropriate level of formality in your line of work?" It was a strange question, admittedly, but he knew the man wasn't deaf or dumb. The conversation had taken a turn that intrigued the undead. "Surely, keeping your clients and colleagues so close provides risks, are you a risk-taker, Mr. Wilde?" By now he'd crossed his hands over one another, a friendly smile turning into more a grin, the fact he was so incredibly deep into thought was more obvious in those pale eyes of his. He had many questions, hoping the lad would be as generous as to indulge him in any answers, however vague. "Would I be worthy of asking my peer such things? It's not that I don't trust you, Mr. Wilde, I'm merely curious."<br/>
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A fine gentleman MacClery strived to be, they were on equal grounds as of yet, both simple men who led less than simple lives, and each none the wiser. He'd be hesitant to admit he considered stalking the mortal, leering at him from the shadows, draining him of ever drop of red in his body from behind and having one of the goblinesque Nosferatu drag the body into a carriage for him. But what was a plan without any class. Being this way, cold and unfeeling, was an ugly reality, he sought to make it at least a little glamorous while he was out on the town. If his efforts weren't for image's sake, then to uphold some level of humanity.<br/>
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"A private meeting would be ideal. If such a meeting is what you had in mind, I'll be sure to bring myself and any questions you'd have for those who have their names attached to this job." Despite resuming his reply late, he kept that same air of confidence about him. Nothing would've been strange, not with the kinds of individuals William had to deal with on a weekly basis. But there was such a thing as being too inquisitive, something of which MacClery hoped went over well. "I brought a pen if you need it, there should be plenty of room in the file to record what you wish... If you would like to meet again at a separate location then there's that as well." As much as he wanted to, he couldn't really sit and chat and ask away the whole night. And he was sure that Wilde was similarly busy. That, and the acting was a tax on his body, regardless of however many hours he could keep up the charade. It was best to conserve that energy. At least if he were wrapped up in a spiral of meandering and flirting, his favored ghoul, Loretta, was always present as an energy source.<br/>
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