<em>The half-red quirks an eyebrow at the list, an amused smile playing over his face. Though his eyes flashed suspiciously for a long moment, they now no longer seem quite so mistrustful. At the very least, he believes her list of clients, which merely makes him question her motives about joining the organization and whether, in truth, she's merely looking to manipulate him, and not actually look for a place among them.<br/><br/>"Hrm... Interesting. I think those could be arranged... Of course, you'd need to hunt others, in exchange, but, certainly, it sounds... managable. After all, as rare as some of those you mentioned are, the advantage in our business is that rare cross-breeds can be, well... bred."<br/><br/>Still, he seems a tad dissastisfied, and he levels his piercing stare at her once more.<br/><br/>"You did not, however, answer my other question... what are</em>your<em>unique abilitites, Lady Morrigan?"</em><br/><br/>OOC: I decided to take the second one. Good thing, too, since he got a 35. *laughs* Anyway, no response to any of the goings on beyond Morrigan's table?