The young man had ordered a chicken alfredo pasta and a Diet Coke, and was now switching between both of those when he felt a comfortable silence slip in, giving the three time to eat and such. He could tell Victor was tense and could feel his body wanting to tense, but he forced himself to relax.<br/><br/>Mathias was numb for the entire meeting, his body unfeeling, his mind blank, even though he gave perfect answers to everything. His eyes glanced up slightly at George every so often, but nothing really happened.<br/><br/>Until George told Mathias to elaborate. Automatically, without much thought, he gave the rehearsed speech and explained some of the charts as well. He was in the zone, even if he wasn't all the way there.<br/><br/>He pointed all the good and bad parts out, noting and explaining and proving that the good literally outweighed the bad, thus earning more money and keeping more money..<br/><br/>After he was done talking and proving his point, he looked up at George, meeting his gaze. "is there anything else you'd like me to explain to you?" He asked softly.<br/><br/>At mention that George was paying for the meal, Mathias smiled. "Thank you for that."<br/><br/>He wanted nothing more than to stand up, tell George to go shove it, go back to the hotel, and drink himself into a stupor. He was not in a 'make-nice, be-friendly' mood right now.<br/><br/>His thoughts were still trying to wrap around all of the information about Victor's enemies, now his, more than likely. Oh what fun this trip was turning out to be.