<span style="font-style: italic">“My attorney was supposed to be at my office and after two hours he had still not arrived. It took my secretary to call his office to let me know he got called into court. He knows how pissed I get when things don’t go just right and he didn't have the decency to call me and let me know before he went to court.”</span><br/><br/>"Two hours?" Rimion asked, his eyes widened with shock. "I would have punched the man's lights out the moment I saw him. He should have mentioned something to you the moment he was informed to be called into court. And yet your secretary had to be the one to find that out... Another person I need to talk to..." Rimion growled with that last sentence in mind. He did not know why, but he relate to Max's impatience in an odd way. He himself was patient to an extent, but his aches would signs to his impatience when he wanted the anticipation to end.<br/><br/>As Max glanced over to finally see what Rimion's clothes, his brown eyes catching the man smirking.<span style="font-style: italic">“I must admit you do rather clean up nice. Was Mr. Fitter’s to your liking?” Max laughed a little, “I always seem to be to his liking.”</span>"Speaking of Monsieur Fitters, he's a flatterer but I think he might scared of me. But I prefer someone that isn't... Like you.  He gave me a lot of good clothes to wear... One of them... I plan to wear tonight..." Rimi said, letting his smirk play on his face. "And as for a car... If it's not big and capable of making big deliveries or carrying several people... I don't want it... Don't care for it! Think we can find a car like that?"