Milo grinned at Flynn twisting his words around and then broke into a cold sweat. Flynn really knew how to hold a temptation in front of his nose. That really did sound like a dream position. It also sounded a bit like a minefield. The more secretive duties he handled at wellfleet entailed researching and containing some artifacts that Radiant had obtained over the years. However they often had little relevance to his own research goals. Namely finding out how deep the rabbit hole went with this thing strapped to his side.<br/>Then again maybe having it so close to other tomes might be a bad idea. From what research he’d manage to get ahold of it was a little different than a vast majority of spell books. It sometimes seemed to have a mind of it’s own. He still felt his skin crawl slightly when he remembered the first time he’d used its power. It had been as if something in the book had reached into his head and did the work for him.<br/>He chewed his lip slightly clearly considering the option. In the end he knew he wouldn’t be able to take any position that Trip was against. Then man had already taught him so much as Radiant and forged so many opportunities for him. It felt like betrayal to turn around and eagerly jump into his biggest competitor. Not to mention it might take his position as sidekick off the table.<br/>He was snapped out of his thoughts by the playful tug<strong>“Oh just you wait until you see my collection of eccentric mugs.” </strong><br/>Milo would have been a lot more comfortable in jeans and a t-shirt but that certainly wasn’t in the dress code for a place like wellfleet.<br/>A shiver ran down his spine at the ‘accidental’ touch and his brow furrowed at the question that finally appeared. He was starting to notice Flynn was a fairly flirtatious guy. Or maybe he was just imagining it.<br/><strong>“Er, right kinbaku…” </strong>he flustered out as though he had any idea what that was. He was cursing himself for not studying more Japanese art now. Whether from Flynn’s proximity or from the embarrassment of seeming ignorant there was a definite red tinge to his cheeks. 10k was a lot of money for an art installation. Surely something like this would be fine though. Two-nights work was practically nothing, though the prospect of getting called out to his night job while Flynn was counting on him was worrying.<br/><br/><strong>“Well...what would the job entail? Is it one of those performance art type exhibits?”</strong>He curiosity clearly already luring him in.<br/>