<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">----Elsworth Bateman: Glutton----</span></div><br/>Another beleaguered smile.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">"You'll find I'm not the sort to hesitate when an opportunity presents itself, Miss."</span>Certainly not in times of desperation, and<em>definitely</em>not with the threat of helicopters and the possibly dangers occupants at his back.  Elsworth allowed Cassandra and her men to pile in first, paying due attention to the protocol of those who prized self-preservation and had the money and manpower to back it up, then fit his slight frame into the remaining space.<br/><br/>Next to the other bodyguards he seemed positively skeletal, suit hanging from barren limbs and knobby knees poking plainly beneath the fabric of his trousers.  He had half a mind to try nibbling on the car door, but decided against it.  Firstly, it would have gotten him jettisoned from the vehicle and back into harms way.  Secondly, it didn't seem very polite.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">"You may call me Henry, by the way,"</span>Elsworth said, lying easily.  Introducing oneself with an infamous name was hardly an intelligent thing to do, especially amongst strangers.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">"Though I'm sure I won't be taking advantage of your generosity for very long.  If we happen to pass by a train station or some form of underground transit a fair distance from the mall, I would be much obliged if you let me off there."</span>