He sat back and picked up the Perrier, “What can I say, I'm an easy costumer.” He said, bringing it to his lips “I see, how unfortunate.” He said, after drinking from it, he didn't waste a beverage. He surveyed the woman in front of him, she was a curious thing, he wanted to know her story, but his intrusiveness stops there. She didn't seem like one to tell you anything, or maybe she was a liar—a good one. That was fine, he'll attempt to find out later.<br/><br/>“I'll be off, Madam; it was an immense pleasure.” He purred, standing, he fixed his jacket, and went to follow the Cye fellow off to the door. Going back to the natural habit of flexing his fingers, causing the cheap purple latex to squeak.