<div style="text-align: justify;">The man watched as Scarlett moved around. He also felt that he had met her before, but at the same time, he couldn't place her either. Shaking his head, the man decided to focus on the matter at hand. "Thank you", he replied when the young woman said she would get the owner. He always liked making sure he was in everyone who could be useful's good side. This way, he could live comfortably and keep going to his favorite places. And the way to stay on their good side was, of course, money. For the right amount of money, most people were willing to forget whatever they had seen or heard. The only point was to figure out what the amount of money was.<br/><br/>When Scarlett said she didn't have a price, the man raised an eyebrow.<br/><br/>"Everybody has a price", he replied calmly, raising a hand before she could tell him to fuck off, or something of the sort. "And I don't mean simply money", the man carried on. "I mean personal safety, the safety of a loved one, that one thing you always wanted to do...". Despite the fact that his words might have sounded like a partial threat, the man didn't seem angry or threatening. He sounded almost like a teacher trying to instill an important lesson into a student's mind.<br/><br/>"What is it that you really want...?", he stopped, leaving the space blank for a name.</div>