"I apologise for the setting but it was necessary considering my background." He spoke ignoring the woman who had snapped. His voice was dark and sly as he looked at his guests from within the darkness of the basement. He was sat on a charred armchair, his top half was still covered in darkness but they would be able to make out two legs dressed in dark blue tattered jeans and purple sneakers. "I must admit though, I love this place. It reeks of character.".<br/><br/>A gulping sound echoed through the room as the figure drained his whisky before letting out a content sigh. "Perfect...just perfect", he said before two arms stretched out of the shadows. They were clad in what looked like a grey leather jacket and his hands were covered with black fingerless gloves. In one hand he held two glasses and in the other he held a bottle of wine.<br/><br/>"1787 Chateau Lafite" He announced with some pride in his voice. "Said to be the most expensive red wines France has to offer. Sold in auctions for more than a hundred and sixty thousand pounds. Is that more to your taste?" He asked the red head before placing the two glasses on the table in front of him. "Lets not make this meeting unpleasent, I've admired you both for some time. I would hate to get off on the wrong foot.".