Mr. Red bit his lip slightly as he realized she was tolerating his antics. His hands closed around the folders in a sort of way one person would clutch something of utter importance to them. "To answer your first question, my "Firm" is... well, how do I put this" he murmured. "You know what a bounty hunter is?" he flexed his fingers as he opened his mouth to tell her he killed people for other people... all the while satisfying his murderous urges. "I look for people, for other people... and harm them... or take some money that they owe somebody" he said instead. "That is what I do, I am an a-" he was about to say assassin.... but then corrected himself again. "I am a bounty hunter, usually, yes, they work in groups... but I do not" he said with a fake smile.<br/><br/>"This booklet and papers in front of me now... they are my list of names, some of them date back to a few years ago while others come from this year and month... if I get a phone call, I write the targets name down and there address... you know, so I can go k- complete the job that they want me to do" he amended. His fingers tightened on his desk'till his fingers grew a pale white. "That will be your job... you will be my book keeper and the one whom talks on the phone with my associates and customers" he said while leaning on the desk. "You may also accompany me on some of the simpler jobs, such as collecting a debt or..." he trailed of as he felt a huge headache coming on. He looked down at his watch. "I am so sorry, but I seem to have missed taking my medication." He said with obvious effort. His arms flexed as he grasped the desk, the familiar yet painfully sharp feeling running through his mind.<br/><br/>Letting go of the desk, he took out a key. But dropped it as he fumbled to put it in the top drawer of his desk. He leaned on the desk. His face in his hands as he sighed shakily. "Um, would you be a dear and pick up the key for me? I seem to have dropped it" he whispered. Just as soon as he finished saying what he said he had a flash of an image about him taking a knife and slitting this poor girls throat. But something held him back. Instead of making any movement to suggest she was in any danger. He just looked up at her and smiled with unease as he gestured for her to help him. "I would really appreciate it" he said. Barely sustaining his act. "I promise to answer any questions you have, I keep my promises" he said seriously. He did not say he would not twist the truth a little... though.