"Easily? I never said it was going to be easy, but I think you noticed that I prefer working on my own. Moreover, who said I don't have an ace or two up my sleeve," Sean countered the girl's challenge to his own abilities. Truth was, his aces were not really his own. No, that was not the right way to put it either. Most of them were inherited due to the ever-present DNA code. While Sean thanked it sometimes, he hated it at others, just like few seconds ago when he flinched as if in pain, shooting his eyes at the blind girl. To the others it might just seems as if she had been successful and tapped into Sean and that recoil was just a reaction to that occurrence. To those looking more closely, the aura of earlier that Myu saw, momentarily appeared again. This time more abrupt and not as smooth as the first time, but it disappeared as fast as it came about.
"So if you were that young, I guess there really isn't much point for this meeting. You knew him before he flipped or was hunted so anything you know probably holds no validity now," Sean said pensively as his gaze swayed back towards the blond, feeling the creature within him protesting but easing down ever-so-slightly. It would take much longer, however, to soothe it to sleep so that Sean could relax as well for another couple days before it would find an excuse to wake up again.
"Well, I thought my charm could do the trick," he mimicked joking, flashing her a smile which created few smooth wrinkles around his eyes, hinting there was a time when Sean used to laugh. In this situation, however, it looked misplaced. He was aware of it, but couldn't help his comment. Remember, randomness, that was Sean's thing. "As for what you're looking for." Tapping his chin with his forefinger, Sean was thinking how to put his ideas and information into words. "It must be something rare, something involving a gem, probably from this world. Considering the annoyance I saw flashing on your face in the museum when you saw the gem stone there, you have been after it for a long time. Could it be something dear to you? Possibly." It was more thinking aloud, but from this loud spoken assumptions, it was somewhat clear that Sean used to be an investigator. He could connect those small, pointless details and fit them in the bigger picture. Locking his eyes with the blond's, his expression was similar to that when he grabbed her hand - deadpan serious.
"I don't know what exactly you're after and it seems to me you won't tell me either. Moreover, I could not care less about it. But from what you said so far and the information I could gather about you from our short meeting, you might as well take a leap of faith and trust me. Just like you said few moments ago, you'd be happy if Killo was behind bars or dead. That's what we can agree on. The reason why I suppose that Killo might have what you want is because his last victim, the one for which the bounty on his head was announced, the only murder they actually have enough evidence to trial him for, was a curator of a museum just like the one you have been too today, although it was family run. Small and private. As far as my intel goes, few things have disappeared from that museum after the murder. A lot of them of high or priceless value. A few of them very, very rare." Maybe he exaggerated a bit about how many things disappeared and how expensive they were, but he had to embellish that story a bit more in order to imitate how serious and important the information she could give him was. It was also his attempt on swaying her to tell him what she knew.
"But since you will probably carry on demanding something in return, throw at me some suggestions and I'll see if I pick one up or come up with something of my own."
