Lee was enjoying the exchange to be sure. MacClery was well spoken, seemingly down-to-earth, and educated. He seemed comfortable too; which wasn't always the case in these meetings. Perhaps it was the seemingly never ending life in the shadows and on the road wearing on Lee, but sometimes, like that moment, he felt a tug to just plant his feet for a week or two and enjoy places, and people, and some familiarity. His eyes lingered on MacClery and as MacClery thought about him, he pondered about what MacClery was thinking about. It felt like a long moment, blue locked on grey, and Lee wanted to believe he could read some measure of information in the other's eyes, but he couldn't. Beneath the warmth, beneath the friendly, beneath the social level, there was something deeper and undefined. He felt nothing hostile, ill-willed, or deceptive about the man. He was reminded of what some garish gypsy seer told him once at a carnival side show. The old lady had told him that there were people who had old souls. She wouldn't explain it deeper, nor did she infer that he was one of them and he walked away none-the-wiser. Right then, though, he felt he knew what she was saying. MacClery couldn't be anymore than forty something, fifty at the most, but there was something older about him and Lee felt he was being appraised, but for what he couldn't be certain.<br/><br/>He broke the eye contact first with a light smile and raising of his glass. "Then a toast to a successful new partnership and future business." He believed that he'd be able to surmount any difficulties the job may present in comparison to other jobs and he took the pen to jot down a few specific questions he had for the absent clients. The questions were about specifics. He presumed they would need the freshest product possible. Did the need a while body? Just blood? Specific kind of blood? Male? Female? Race? He wanted to be sure they got exactly what they wanted and that he was compensated accordingly. The details would decide all that. He folded the paper and gave it over to MacClery. "There's a few questions that would be very helpful to me if you could get them answered. If I'm going to be staying in town, I'll need to find a place I can rent longer term. If you have an address I can get word to, I can let you know where I'll be staying. We could meet then, wherever and whenever suits your clients needs."<br/><br/>Lee stood and scooped up his hat, not yet putting it on. He leaned with both hands on the back of his chair; casually lingering in the sociable way. "As for what you asked about asking me questions, peer to peer, I don't mind at all. I'd be happy to entertain them as we head out." He paused apologetically. "..Unless you aimed to stay a bit longer, that is. You appeared ready to go."