The man was polite, if not mildly flirtatious, which didn’t come as any surprise to Xavier considering what he did for work. He imagined that it was almost a necessity of the job to be at least a bit of a flirt. He was respectful of his desire for a prompt meeting, however, and Xavier was at least grateful for that much. He smiled politely at the man, falling silent for a moment as he plucked his wallet from the little pile on the table, popping it open and withdrawing what appeared to be a rather generous stack of notes. He laid the bills out upon the surface between them and again lifted his gaze to meet Dexters.<br/><br/>“Elizabeth did inform me that you don’t play around when it comes to payment, so here’s what I’m willing to offer you, Dexter,” he paused briefly to fan out the bills on the table, “Two-thousand pounds, cash. You can walk away with it this evening if you agree to my terms.” Xavier swept the money off of the table and stacked it neatly within his hands, folding the crisp, freshly printed slips neatly in half and resting his hands down as he held it.<br/><br/>“I’m not asking much, I don’t think, just your time for most likely only two evenings. If I need you for a third night I’ll gladly offer you another thousand quid, as I think one grand an evening is rather reasonable for what I’m going to ask of you.” The door swung open, and Xavier flinched ever so slightly, his gaze flitting over to the entrance of the lounge briefly, as though he expected to see somebody he knew striding through. He cleared his throat before quickly turning his attention back to Dexter and continuing his proposition. “As I said at the moment I can only foresee needing you on my arm for two nights. I need a date to a pair of family events, to ease my families worry about my love life. You see, I’m not planning on settling down anytime soon, if at all, but I’d like to get them off of my back about the issue for now regardless.”<br/><br/>It was, perhaps, a silly reason to draw two-thousand pounds from his bank account, but it was an issue that was quite simply driving him up the wall. “I’ll be needing your company for my sister's wedding, which is scheduled for this upcoming Sunday, the tenth of December, and then I will need you for my cousin’s baby shower, which will be happening the Saturday afternoon the week after. I ask for nothing more than your presence at those events, and perhaps a few kisses and a bit of handiness just to prove to them that they need not ask me about my romantic pursuits anymore. I don’t want sex, and I don’t particularly care whether or not you pretend to enjoy my company when we are away from my family, I just ask for your presence at this pair of events..”<br/><br/>After his explanation was through Xavier laid out the money in front of Mr. Beckett, sincerely hoping it was enough for him to perform these fairly simple tasks on his behalf. If Elizabeth had spoken for him, he didn’t see why he wouldn’t take the job. “So, Mr. Beckett, what do you say?”