This guy was... well composed, but Keela was still a tad embarrassed about forgetting that her outfit wasn't very professional, least not for her profession.  Other than that, the jewelry hinted that he had a decent income, and by his words he was looking for her to do a 'finesse' job.<br/><br/><em>'Whatever that means'</em>Keela thought as she motioned for the man to enter, shutting the door after he had done so.<br/><br/>"Feel free to have a seat." Keela offered, gestured to the chair she'd been at previously, remembering her daggers were on the ground "Sorry about the mess."<br/><br/>Maneuvering herself such that she was out of the man's peripheral vision, Keela willed her Shiftweave to her more modest and efficient adventuring garb.  Now looking more professional, Keela stepped towards the man, but stopped at a respectable distance with her hands on her hips.  Fenrir remained seated in the corner of the room, at attention as a guard dog would be, and seemingly interested in what the man had to say as well.<br/><br/>"You said something about a 'finesse' job, right?" Keela asked, hoping her excitement wasn't too apparent "What exactly do you mean?"