Beacon nods, quite mollified by their host showing up (oh, and the promise of drinks. Although if she was going to be late, it would have been better to say so. He'd say children these days, but that would cover too many people in the room.), and a little blinded by the glint of gold (actually, a lot blinded by it); he doesn't press the point.<br/><br/>"Well, I'm going to say that if you've got good information of a threat, I'll hear it out."<br/><br/>It's a wide grin that he gives. "And I'll give my word that if you deal fair with me, I'll deal fair with you. If you want more, I'll write it on staves, or paper, or what have you."