Rolling his shoulders, Foolish gave a shrug, before turning his gaze to meet his employer's own eyes. "I work best... Alone... But, as you desire, so shall it be..." Setting down his empty glass, when had he sipped of it? The drink container hit the counter with a decisive yet controlled clank of glass on wood. The sound of a few bones grinding and creaking emenated from the rogue as he forced himself to a stand, the cloaks falling into place and masking his form. Leather bound hands with fully exposed bone claws absently checked that his hood and scarf were in place, then themselves vanished under the curtain of fabrics he used so well.<br/><br/>"Lead on... Boss..." He commented in his rough, husky voice, bowing deeply at the hips in a show of courtasy, be it mock or honesty. The gesture causing a few locks of long, scragly purple hair to fall over his face from within the hood's depths.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>