Anko didn't respond to it. She wondered for a moment what to say. He was certainly not bad looking, and seemed decent. Still did she want another guild relationship? It hadn't worked very well last time. She paid for the gloves, and asked the clerk where the mayor was held. As she had suspected, he was in the large building, in the center of town.<br/><br/>"Home, sweet home!" Furia let out, as he entered the abandoned warehouse, where he and his gang decided to live. Of course, it had not looked like a warehouse for weeks now. They'd fixed it up real nicely, filled with all sort of treasures, from jewelry, to certain large stone, or even gold statues. He sat down, in the red silk couch, he'd stolen from no less then his old guild master... Childish perhaps, but it had been a last slap in the old mans face, before leaving.