<em>Charirgix smiles, though he notes with detachment her pause. Hesitation? Or strategizing? He'll discover soon enough; after all, one of the reasons his organization makes sure each potential recruit is what they seem. Personalities are difficult to hide under constant observation, and, what's more, those of a goodly bent who attempt to join the organization often find themselves drawn into the world and are corrupted... or taken as slaves.<br/><br/>"Well, the latter two of your clients' requests are fairly simple to arrange, once one has the contacts. The former one, however, a half-golden dragon, half-drow... that, I admit, is most unusual. Perhaps during the hunt we she come across some leads. If not, well, then, I'm sure someone within the organization has something that you can work off of. As for the prey, the former, it has been expressly commanded, must be female. The latter may be of either gender."<br/><br/>Though his leg tenses under the light touch, his expression doesn't change in the slightest. However, he does allow a single taloned finger to brush up her calf slowly.</em>