"Heh heh, you definitely wouldn't want to visit anyway, we get humans very seldom, only the ones who are strong or well armed survive. That thing he's got wouldn't cut it. Though... I could assuredly sell you something that -would- weapons are my specialty." He blinks a few times, as the feline walks in, a little bit disappointed in the way that he looks, though he carries himself in an alright fashion. He allows the little interaction with Kesch to come to a close before he grins a broad, nightmare-fuel grin, and nods his head.<br/><br/>"Why yes, yes I am. I'm<span style="font-weight: bold">very</span>interested in aquiring the chemicals that might be needed to produce a number of substances. Industrial and meta-personal. I need to find suppliers for such things. I'd also like a list of the dealers in the city, if you've got one. I know some of the folks that do such business don't enjoy new competition, and I want to let them know in no uncertain terms that if they screw with me, the next time anyone sees them will be when some junkie in an alley steps in what's left of them." He delivers this last truth with an even broader grin, licking his black tongue over his bright white fangs, a gleam of pure gleeful malice shining in the depths of his emtpy eyes.