He heard the sound of booze hitting a glass and nodded with quiet thanks. MacClery did his best to keep his eyes from hovering to the drink suspiciously, he could only remember the taste of liquid ash the last time he poured scotch down his throat. It all tasted like soot to him, to all of them. "Thank you, William." Earnest, he put off the first sip for now. "Any spare luck you've got under your roof must let you enjoy life then. I've not left the state since I was in my prime... Of course, you're doing work along the way, I doubt it's entirely a vacation, but surely it must be more exciting than any desk job."<br/><br/>The talk of Cairo piqued his curiosity. For a man so hostile towards those next door, he sure was fascinated with the exotic and obscure, wasn't he? He often heard of kindred traveling east to the middle east to learn more about their roots, effectively pilgrims in this day and age, sailing by night in boxes stowed away by ghoul sailors. Wilde was certainly one for telling tall stories, dramatic and boisterous. MacClery figured he was often a hit during his other meetings such as this, when the ulterior motives were far less permanent than he had in store. "It's difficult for anyone to predict their own future unless any of us were ever the kind of man to take after our fathers... I can't say, I have many secrets as you seem to, unless you're putting on a show, William." He smiled, tone a tad playful but for just a moment before he devolved in more personal details. "My whole life was spent distancing myself from my lineage in one way or another, you can probably guess by my name." Pausing, he gave a neutral frown, "My voice, as well.. You could say I'd do an awful job at making myself so unassuming. But such a skill isn't really important in a workplace where my tasks involve pigeon duty."<br/><br/>Finally, despite dreading it, he casually lifted the glass to his lips. Hesitating would just make it worse, as well as make him seem  like he was truly forcing himself. In a short sip, he quickly pushed the poison down, what would've been a soothing warmth to any man was a stinging heat to him, and the ashy aftertaste felt gritty on his palatte. He managed to successfully stifle a gag, and once it was down he felt an ounce of relief. Hopefully it would hurt less on the way back up later... That night, MacClery would definitely need a proper drink.<br/><br/>"That's why I'm here though, isn't it..? Not to sound too dreary, I'd hate to bring down the wonderful atmosphere you've prepared for us, but such a lonely man such as myself couldn't be any more flattered to have your attention." Softly smiling, he pulled the suitcase up beside him and started to flip through some papers. "Don't mind me of course, we can keep speaking candidly, I'm just making sure I didn't misplace  anything... Ah, I did want to ask." Pulling out a particular file, he scanned through everything he had set up from the start of their meetings to the revisions. "Like I said when we first met, to be so friendly with your clients such as I, what level of formality is truly appropriate when it comes to exchanging business.." Cool eyes set themselves on his associate with a feel of confidence and knowing, "This suite, these drinks, the way we lounge like long friends. Men of my persuasion who only share their evenings having cold conversations with stoic coworkers, would wonder of how intimate this setting is."<br/><br/>He knew a lot of things, but all of the strange activities Wilde likely occupied himself with aside, he knew he himself had nothing to lose. MacClery could be so bold, knowing that it could only charm or intimidate. Nothing was attached to his name that could be tarnished by questionable nighttime activities, wooing other men would do naught but waste the prince's time. Perhaps this is why, he finally understood first hand, as a kindred they all had such an upper hand over the mortals. It was a difference of culture, of societal taboos.Freedom was second nature to the dead.