This time her smile was cool, genuine, and quick. She dropped the charade and let it fall like broken glass to the floor, happy to be rid of it. She eyed him over once more, as if seeing him for the second time.<br/><br/>"Well, then..." her tone spoke honestly of her surprise, "Aren't you well informed. Very well. Shall we dispense with formalities and verbal foreplay?" The waiter seemed to know his timing. He showed up just in time to not hear anything important, and left quickly.<br/><br/>"I think you know why I am here," she continued, "I think that is why you have so many meat-shields here with you today.... and I think you are prepared to give me what I want, given certain demands, which you have already thought through fully."<br/><br/>She took a bite of the food, whatever it was, that he'd sent to her. She'd never been one to pass up a meal. Most people didn't fully appreciate the metabolism of a warewolf. After such a long flight, she was ravenous. She gave no sign of it, however, as she took up the fork, measured off the perfect portion, and carefully lifted it to her mouth. The food was fantastic. A bit too much sauce, definitely not enough meat for her taste, but she could definitely get used to it. After chewing, wiping her mouth with the napkin that had come with her silverware, and replacing it on the table, she looked up at him with a smile, raising one eyebrow questioningly.<br/><br/>"You've a loose cannon in your employ, Mr. Lombardi. Let him go unchecked and unrestrained for any longer and you'll have a mess on your hands the likes of which you have never seen. Help me find him, and you can avoid the whole sticky matter altogether."<br/><br/>She took another bite, watching his reaction closely.