<div class="floatright"><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Darryl E. Walker</span></strong><br/>(http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/110321/10/4d878dbb79593.jpg)<br/>Character Sheet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7601268#msg7601268)</div></div><br/><br/>He hadn't recalled addressing, but flicked his gaze towards Riorden anyway, be it briefly. This was not the company, he should relax, unwind, and not take for granted that he was known and respected. Not that the dashing male his eyes trailed over for longer than he had intended had been rude in any a way. Darryl was just worn and, fuck, he needed to lighten up. "Thank you," he responded just as quietly as he had addressed Eduardo. If the young pretty needed more, than he was out of luck Darryl decided.<br/><br/>Turning back his attention to the desk and the man behind it, he mirrored the smile offered automatically. "Of course," he replied at the mentioned document. There was always paperwork, never a lack of, why would it be different here? Inwardly he sighed at himself and he determinately kicked the negative train of thought from his mind, picked up the pen and signed the paper.<br/><br/>With yet another arrival, he hoped that this was all that was needed of him. Though, of course, his boundless curiosity had him turn attention once more, and this time his gaze dropped unto a man that actually managed to make him swallow dryly.<br/>Sexy, dangerous, well kept and familiar. Light blue eyes narrowed ever so slightly while he watched Kane. There were rumours about this man in all the circles he normally moved through. A lot of them. Darryl, there and then, hoped a few of them had been correct. He refrained from wording his address, but managed a polite nod, though he nearly did not manage to return his attention back to Eduardo.<br/><br/>"Thank you," was, maybe a tad hoarse, shot at the man "I may need directions, though."