“All right. See you later, Merlin.” Manson replied with a quiet cheer, making his way to the door. He hesitated, watching with intrigue as Keena picked up her toy fox. So, his assumption was right; the toy meant something to her, which in turn meant something to Manson. He’d have to work out why the fox was meaningful – it probably would tell a lot about her, too. Manson lifted her suitcase and once again offered her his arm so that they could walk to dinner together, (though, in actuality, it was more for Manson’s peace of mind than anything else).<br/><br/>Apparently, behind the girl’s somewhat immature exterior, she was particularly serious about her father’s business – something that Aedan O’Connor didn’t seem to have picked up on, he noticed. Should Keena become a little more serious, and Aedan become a little more accepting of her genuine interest, she could become a very useful partner and successor to Aedan, Manson decided. Perhaps that was something more to keep in mind, (but then, so was everything else). Details were so vital.<br/><br/>As they headed down the corridor, Manson sent a text with his spare hand, suitcase handle hooked over his wrist, asking one of his men to be present during dinner - mainly because he wanted someone to take Keena’s suitcase to the boot of his car. “Does your father often entertain visitors himself, then?” he queried curiously, lifting the sleeve of his suit to check the time on his watch, glancing back to Keena with a soft smile. “My own father ran a somewhat similar enterprise to yours, though considerably smaller, but it was always my mother and brother who dined with visitors. My father wasn’t much of a man for conversation.” He mused, his smile waning a little as they walked. Hopefully, he wasn’t prying - rather, he needed to know as much as possible about what was and wasn’t normal in this business if he was going to do his job properly. And Manson was not the kind of man to do a job at all if he couldn't do it properly.