The quick shifting of a few different plates and twisting of gears did not surprise Mordecai, turning the wagon into something more like a lounge, or a coffee table. Though coffee was not served, Mordecai decided that it would suit him just fine. He was aware that the tension and discomfort of being in another assassin's presence was mutual between them. Another born killer was the least welcome person for one to even be in the same room with, let alone trust.<br/><br/>When asked of his reasons for approaching his converser, Mordecai replied, "None but my own curiosity and suspicion have brought me here. Being a killer myself, I have discovered many things scheduled on my targets' to-do lists. On several of them, I have seen the repeated phrase, 'Merchant- raven of steel, beak of copper.' When you'd arrived, I began to suspect you were this 'Merchant' fellow, as your presentation clearly gives the signal that you are not just a mechanization dealer. It seems my assumptions were correct."<br/><br/>One glance went to the wine. That was all it took for Mordecai to set off the internal alarm that the wine was, more than likely, poisoned with something quite virulent. He then refused to pay the crystal glass any mind. "For the most part, my intentions are to tell you that our crossing paths may bring about some friction, not only between ourselves but our clients as well. As we both know, the money means the most, and should either of our hirers become the other's target, the conflicting situation would never end well.<br/><br/>"I am not here to threaten you, 'Merchant.' I am here to forewarn you of what may be to come." His expression was stern, and though he held no malice in his own eyes, they conveyed the same coldness and potential for ruthlessness, should the situation come to it. He honestly hoped it never would.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>