The passing moments where things remained silent made Nico wary of the whole situation. Musing that the whole thing was a sting operation to take him down. Paranoid enough to think that the counsel of Dark Ones had tracked him down. Sending in a kid while the real headhunter hid in the shadows. Yet, when he used the idle time to scope out the pub, to his confusion, there was no one.<br/><br/>Impatience set it, and on the brink of an explosion, Nicolae's fuse was halted as "Junior" finally began to remember the story he was fed. Or so Nicholae imagined. His brows lowered to it's full depth while his mind tried to make sense of things. His inner surveyor teetering between having faith in his judgment and questioning his liege. The latter reason was sure to leave him headless if he kept picking at the thought, like an unhealed scab.<br/><br/>His gaze flickered from the envelope, to the boy. Pistons going of in his head as he calculated how fast he could grab the envelope, what method of defeatism he would use and how much damages to the pub would cost. As he made his little check list of 'Things To Do', a still voice reached into his mind and cleared it of all thoughts. Whispering<em>"Sit down."</em>While it had no control over his will, when voices popped up in ones head that sounded much like "Reason" himself, you did as it said.<br/><br/>The boy's display of confidence with his words took Nicolae aback. Only few creatures with such a youthful visage could hold such conviction. And although he knew it wasn't true, Nicholae twisted the truth a bit. If only to set his own mind at ease.<em>'He's either a genius with a rich daddy or has an age deficiency.'</em>He rules out immortality due to the odd scent the boy emitted. It hinted on him being an otherworlder, but the odor was like nothing Nicholae had beheld in all his days. So while he let reality evade him for now, the male sat his suspicious self down. Finally willing to accept what hand fate had delivered him this night.<br/><br/>"All right. You've sparked my enthusiasm. Keep talking." He stopped a waitress to order himself a bottle of Gin. Seeing as how he was goaded at for his usual poison of Bourbon which was usually taken on the rocks, he steered clear of that tonight.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d3/Reigns_Nicolae.png)</div>