<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Benjamin Ames</span></strong><div class="floatright">(http://static.giantbomb.com/uploads/original/1/14259/1868342-christian_kane_2.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Arcadia: Temptation<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Clean and Neat<br/><hr/><br/>It took him nearly a half hour to get clean, dressed, slightly refreshed, and over to the restaurant. This wouldn't normally be considered a terribly long time to do these tasks, but Ben was utilitarian in his methods and took as little time as possible with most tasks. He arrived with not enough time to scope out their meeting point, at least not as much as he would have preferred to have. Going into a meeting with other scions held the ever-present threat of danger. Some might be on the side of the Titans, or some might just be out to prove that they were superior. He couldn't stand posturing and could even less tolerate the potential for armed conflict in a public venue. That was all he needed, another headache. He found a table with suitable coverage from behind and a good view of the remainder of the restaurant and waited. He didn't know what Kurt Freison looked like, but at worst case if neither had been properly informed a phone call at the appointed meeting time would yield the proper result.<br/><br/>While waiting, and possibly having been informed that he needed to be seated by a waitress, Ben turned on the charm. The supernatural charm, of course. He ordered a drink and sat, waiting. Every so often he would swirl his drink, some would go missing, but he was not actually drinking. One of the keys to seeming casual while remaining fully alert was that if you had a drink and it didn't change volume, you would draw attention. Further disruptions were dismissed warmly, with the insistence that he was 'waiting for someone'.