MacClery winced at Lee's words, finding him especially talkative for this being no more than a simple field trip. Lawrence didn't seem to have anticipated the haughty answers either, jeering at the young man in disgust. "You straight-spined suit types can keep those things. Ghouls, I can barely get out the door without the missus shouting me down." He gestured a hand at Lee and leaned forward as if to emphasize his next point. "Ain't nothing special about the truth after you've lived for three hundred years boy. There's no such thing as pride or honor, unless you wanna walk around those yellow Ventrue meaters with their high chins and low self esteem." The nosferatu had a face like he was about to spit, bitterly leaning back in his chair with unkempt claws for nails rasping at the desktop that reeked of water rot.<br/><br/>"This one here..." He cast a glance at the kindred that stood beside Lee, "Looks like one, but he was kicking about back when... agh, that's all inappropriate anyway." Lawrence shut up before MacClery had the good nerve to interrupt him, not wanting to start a conversation about the Sabbat. It was something Lee would learn in time, but not now..<br/><br/>The Malkavian shifted the conversation back onto more desirable topics. "He'll be distributing." A cold, professional gaze settled on Lee, "So the shipment will be brought to this... address." The last word came out with some uncertainty. The living corpse let out a rasp of a laugh, "I'm excited! I'm sure the rest of the kiddies will love their gift as well. Mr. Crazy here is payin' so that's all on you buddy." MacClery could've gone into deeper detail on the actual trade that was going on between them, but decided to neglect that.<br/><br/>"We should be going, then. It's been plenty enough to introduce you. Thank you for your time, Lawrence." Despite their varied appearances, MacClery still spoke with respect. He had a long history working with the Nosferatu on behalf of the Camarilla, he learned to treat them as allies, however unfortunate they looked. The same couldn't be said for the Ventrue who ruled the city, and the rising influence of the Toreador, both hostile towards those who didn't meet their high standards. Lawrence pulled himself to his feet as if the effort pained him, falling back into a lazy hunch when he showed the two out. "Be seeing the both of ya." Lawrence gargled at them as they walked out, the skeletal thing that sat in the chair didn't utter a word, as if comatose when she wasn't screeching.<br/><br/>They left the same way they came, MacClery helping Lee up the stairs, adjusting his clothes when they surfaced. "Your stomach's strength is just one of the reasons you're the one being dragged down there, you know..." Back onto the street, he spoke vaguely, polite and wary of those who could listen on. "I wanted to specify, that it's only a temporary transaction... I would have to know how fast you can work, how quickly the supply can be shipped here. Would you rather I pay per litre? Gallon? You can take however long you need of course.. we aren't getting any older, Lee." He smiled, making a joke out of it.<br/><br/>"We're not too far from your place are we? If you're still renting. Would you rather me walk you there, or will you retire on your own? I wouldn't want to be keeping you just till the carriage comes around, I've nothing interesting to entertain you with that isn't best left to privacy." He stood at the edge of the sidewalk, looking at Lee with a look of skepticism before he up and made the decision to walk back on his own. It would've been rude of him, anyway.