The men stood quietly for a few moments, exchanging handshakes and generic greetings before, from the centre of their group, one man spoke up. "It's a pleasure to see you again, Mr O'Connor. You and my father were good friends and I hope we can be, too." he promised in a decisively English accent, far from posh, but certainly enunciated; gruff, almost, too. Politely, though not without a devilish grin, he nodded to Aedan, before turning to the young woman sat beside him.<br/><br/>"You must be Keena. Your Father's told me plenty about you. Call me Manson." he announced, almost eagerly.<br/><br/>Gently, Manson reached across, took Keena's hand and shook it between his own. He was tall, tanned, with thick, but short brown hair, combed to the side. His jaw was firm, just shy of square-shaped, laced in neatly trimmed stubble. His eyes, a warm, mossy green, lingered on Keena, though not lustfully, or hungrily. Curiously, expertly, much in the manner one might read an important document, or a difficult book. He was handsome, though perhaps less in the details of his features, and more in the confident, charismatic manner in which he presented himself. He was professional-looking, too, dressed in a black suit with an open collared shirt. There was a playful tone to his voice, an excited gleam to his eyes, but one that did not dither or change per person. Manson was not a serious or grave looking character, and he treated every person with the same suave charm, one that ensured you of its interest nonetheless.<br/><br/>After hovering for a moment, Manson moved away, facing Aedan once more. "It's good to see you, again, Mr O'Conner. Were he still alive, my father would send you his regards. I know the two of you were good acquaintances." he declared, motioning his head to one of his men, who stepped forwards and produced a black leather box. "These were his old cuff-links. I bring these as a goodwill gift, as I hope the men I have brought with me will be treated with the utmost respect."<br/><br/>Turning back to Keena, he grinned. "So, how much has your dad deigned to tell you about yours truly?"