01-07-2015, 09:16 PM
His attention switched to Emily, and he nodded slightly to her observation, and took her hand to shake. His grip was gentle, albeit iron-like. He didn't bother with the old-fashioned hand kiss. She was American, after all, and judging by her chosen company, she probably didn't want her identity thrown into the conversation. "You have a very good eye for such things, Miss Shale. My employers are always open to new clients."
A card was retrieved from his dress shirt and offered to her. It was an archaic gesture, but Pervaya was built on a steadfast and dependable reputation, something traditional things like business cards subtly implied.
Hood settled his cold eyed gaze on Sebastian for a moment and, as usual, not finding much to impress in what he saw. Street kid from the way he spoke. Vulgar and crude without purpose. Hood was no saint when it came to cursing, but there was a time and place. And somewhere like Imperial Tailors, in the company of a very high value person like Emily Shale, was certainly neither of those.
There was a fleeting moment of tension in the young man, centered on White. But the thug-come-up seemed to bottle it and shift his attention to Emily instead. Bas, was it? Short for Sebastian. Sea Bass. Stubborn and stupid fish. Fish. There was a ghost of a smirk as he made the connection; he may not voice the nickname; there really was no point in being a total dick to a random stranger, after all. But he would always think of Bas as Fish.
He offered to shake Fish's hand next, and again his grip would not be crushingly tight. He had no need to try and prove his dominance over the younger man with a strong grip. "White. And it's going well. Two beautiful young women,"
he winked at the receptionist and nodded to Emily, "both surely more dangerous then the fool who ruined my suit. And a expenses budget almost fully expended as the new fiscal year approaches."
Enzo made a far finer show of himself considering their surroundings. Old world Atharim really did seem to be better mannered then the American ones he had met thus far. It made sense though, really; they had to blend in, where New World still had plenty of space to exist on the fringes, forgotten and unseen.
A card was retrieved from his dress shirt and offered to her. It was an archaic gesture, but Pervaya was built on a steadfast and dependable reputation, something traditional things like business cards subtly implied.
Hood settled his cold eyed gaze on Sebastian for a moment and, as usual, not finding much to impress in what he saw. Street kid from the way he spoke. Vulgar and crude without purpose. Hood was no saint when it came to cursing, but there was a time and place. And somewhere like Imperial Tailors, in the company of a very high value person like Emily Shale, was certainly neither of those.
There was a fleeting moment of tension in the young man, centered on White. But the thug-come-up seemed to bottle it and shift his attention to Emily instead. Bas, was it? Short for Sebastian. Sea Bass. Stubborn and stupid fish. Fish. There was a ghost of a smirk as he made the connection; he may not voice the nickname; there really was no point in being a total dick to a random stranger, after all. But he would always think of Bas as Fish.
He offered to shake Fish's hand next, and again his grip would not be crushingly tight. He had no need to try and prove his dominance over the younger man with a strong grip. "White. And it's going well. Two beautiful young women,"
he winked at the receptionist and nodded to Emily, "both surely more dangerous then the fool who ruined my suit. And a expenses budget almost fully expended as the new fiscal year approaches."
Enzo made a far finer show of himself considering their surroundings. Old world Atharim really did seem to be better mannered then the American ones he had met thus far. It made sense though, really; they had to blend in, where New World still had plenty of space to exist on the fringes, forgotten and unseen.