The youthful maksed man listened to his parnter in crime, all the questions, configurations and even comments about herself but he still listened and ever more intent and inclined to answer "My heading? I honestly don't have one fo the night." He smiled lightly behind his mask as his eyes scanned her female figure, the curves pursued his thoughts and her eyes drew in those who stared. He leaned back slightly and looked to the side of the carage, it was raining by then, snow and rain was considered in some countries to be a good omen whilst others it was the worst, to his mind it all seemed a little too far fetched but it amused him either way.<br/><br/>Then another question, this one of his training and how unique a person was in this industry to not work with another, "Well, if I told you about my training I would have to kill you...." He glared for a moment to suit the atmosphere but he couldnt take the seriousness of the situation, so chuckles escaped his lips with laughter. "Forgive the dark humour something a person said to me before hand" he smiled innocently and bowed his head, soon to look back up to the woman in red. "As for how I conduct my contracts, this was the first time, to others I've been a, bad boy." That comment was a tease intended for himself as well as for those whom heared him " Apparently it was too easy for me whne it came to killing, thus they thought a little restraint was in order." He thought to himself for a moment then quickly back to reality "I suppose I won't be needing this mask now..."<br/><br/>With those words he drove the mask from his face to reveal a captivating, youthful, perseptive face, most would call him handsome whilst others would all him pretty, it was very irregulare for someone to comment something bad about his appearance or face, but after all this was also used as a weapon especially for female contracts, but tonight was a night of celebration and he would do what his hard earnt contract dictates and relax.