He clicked his tongue in thought for a moment, he had not forgotten that little man and his treatment of that beautiful vehicle, it had always irked him that such an idiot had his hands on such a fine specimen still knowing of it meant admitting to working on an illegally owned and very famous car, it would also mean he was not honoring client confidentiality. His eyes flicked to Nereza, still he wanted her carriage designs... He imagined she would also pay incredibly well and it would give him something to keep in contact with a new business associate. As long as everything kept quiet this could be very lucrative.<br/><br/>"Give me a day, I have a lead on the goldfinger vehicle." He smirked, he wasn't sure where that creatures sexual pleasures lay he could most assuredly afford slaves but would they be as fine as Nerezas pony girls?  His hand dropped and slowly moved through Kamalas hair as he considered it further, he had not heard of any repairs or even that crotchety old bastard selling the beauty, if he had someone somewhere would know, Morocco heard everything.<br/><br/>When the drinks arrived, his contemplation ended and he accepted the tea. Showing the slave little to no attention before turning back to Nereza, "Tell me how far are you willing to go if I can find the man who owns it?"