Galos nearly stumbled over his own words when Karie's skin broke. The smell rushed out of the small wound and into the air of the establishment. It was heavenly, a divine scent that called back memories from centuries before, sipping his first taste of his sire's bottle of Tal'ren wine. Of galas and parties in which he danced across the floor and through political traps with equal ease, all while the food was laced with the blood of this line. It was almost too much. His teeth were aching to pop out and take a bit of something worthwhile. Galos steadied himself as subtly as possible, taking a sip of the water provided and exhaling shortly after, as if it was a bit too cold for him. Luckily, Karie took his mind off of the matter by defending her employee. Galos held up his hands as if to show surrender and countered.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"I did not say that, nor did I mean anything... negative by that statement. I may do my research, but people are too complex to know how they would react to me,"</span>Galos says.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"> "As I said, I prefer to minimize anything that would harm the business I wish to do."</span><br/><br/>This 'lady', however seemed to be having none of it. Galos did not mind either way whether she reacted politely or like a bitch, so long as he could keep her talking... perhaps even get her to agree to move to a more private location. He would still have his fun and still get his prize. So he allowed her rude comments to come and go, timing her speech with his next set of actions. He pushed the soup aside as it was set down in front of him before reaching in to his coat. As Megan walked away and Karie accused him of swindling, Galos pulled from within a simple checkbook and pen. He started to write as she made excuses for why she wanted to leave his presence. And he ended before she could sit there for long enough to be awkward for her. Galos ripped the check out of the book, put it face down and slid it across the table. He waited for her to pick it up and look at the amount of one million United States Dollars.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"> "I do not think you are a naive woman,"</span>Galos says rather bluntly.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"And I do not make a habit of insulting the people I do business with. I simply ask for civil conversations and discussions on the matter instead of having a stereotype placed on me."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"I am asking for twenty five percent profits per quarter," </span>Galos said, heavy restraint being used to keep a smile down.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"> "But If neither number pleases you, I am sure that if the two of us have a more... in depth conversation -perhaps without your employee hovering nearby- we could ensure that both of us end... <i>satisfied.</i>" </span>Perhaps that was a slightly poor choice in words. Considering her psyche during the dreams, she could take that the wrong way and ruin this charade all together. But it was not like Galos would return home without Karie. If she threw him out, then he would just have to do it the old fashioned way: see how she reacts to him letting himself into her home late at night, drowning her thoughts with a gaze, and carrying her through her corner.