Olivia smiled politely as she listened to the assassin, a tiny glimmer of amusement in her eyes. The way the man walked, his stance, the way he carried himself. All of these things pointed to a man experienced in the art of death; she had dealt with many of his ilk in the past and she had little doubt that she would continue to do so quite often in the future.<br/><br/>And there was no denying that Sanguine in particular interested her.<br/><br/>He was very bold in his speech, a man without fear which had its uses. Although his skills remained to be seen, the fact that a blind man could succeed in such a profession to the extent that he was being hired by the Prince of Aserit spoke volumes. Almost just as important as his skills was the fact that such a skill set would result in instant suspicion and animosity; if he joined her he would be a useful weapon, if he did not he would make a useful patsy. Either way he would serve his purpose.<br/><br/>Then there was his obvious desire for gold. Olivia’s polite expression never changed, not a single momentary flicker on her delicate features gave away the plots and conspiracies formulating in her brain like clockwork. Sanguine was obviously very clever; although his words could be interpreted as a blatant grab for money from Henrik, it also raised the subtle inference that he simply desired to be paid, with the matter of who being irrelevant. Naturally she was very careful not to seem to have noticed or even thought along those lines.<br/><br/>Her smile was polite as she spoke, as was her tone although to those who chose to interpret it that way, they might find some challenge in her words. “Come now, Mr. LeChance,” she replied, no sign in her expression that she desired anything from the assassin save for the current conversation. “I imagine that in your line of work success is measured by being prepared for things that may not be in your original contract as opposed to expecting everything to go as planned.” As she spoke her eyes drifted under the table at Sanguine’s wolf, Eyes. The wolf was sniffing her from a polite distance, presumably trying to commit her scent to memory. Obviously it had been trained.<br/><br/>Although she had had plenty of dealings with assassins in the past, she had never dealt with a blind one, nor one with a pet that was allowed within the confines of an Imperial Court. She made it a habit of learning the routines, styles and habits of all her prospective employees and she knew that she would have to do so with Sanguine LeChance. He was a wild card, a potential force of nature if utilised in the right way.<br/><br/>And Olivia intended to stack the deck in her favour.<br/><br/>For a brief moment as she looked away from Eyes, her gaze came to rest on Juliette’s long, flowing legs, although she was able to quickly tear them away before anyone noticed. After all, while she was certainly of a very high station in Nydewia, Juliette was both a royal Princess and still a total stranger. And of course she herself had yet to so much as kiss another, deprived of any desirable company in Nydewia. She knew that she was going to have to reign in this newfound emotion before it proved disastrous to her plans.