Caliban was leaning back on his chair, feet on the table and his hands behind his head, looking very relaxed and comfortable, wether it was just for show was hard to say. He was rocking on the chair, it looked like he might tip backwards any second.<br/>"Mr Johnson," he said with a serious face, "you are asking us to work for peanuts. Wielding the Power Arcane comes at a hefty price, both monetary and other, more hidden costs..." Caliban looked at Johnson, then around the table, with the same serious look on his face. But when he looked back at their potential employer again he couldn't keep a straight face anymore and gave him a big grin.<br/>"Hehe, nah, just fuckin' with ya. Casting spells are surprisingly cheap once you know what you're doing, I don't even have to spend money on bullets!" That wasn't exactly true, Caliban liked to shoot of his DoomCock more often than he really needed, but usually his magic was enough.<br/>"I do have to replace my bottle of Pavillon Blanc du Château Margaux though, and as you well know those buggers don't come cheap. I am sure you could sweeten the deal a bit, can't you? After all, I am sure it's a really nice and shiny prototype we are talking here, well worth the extra cost."<br/>He gave the Johnson a friendly, hopefull smile. "Come on," Caliban thought, "you wanna say yes! Daddy needs some expensive wine!"