Bennett nodded, keeping a cold, business demeanor and taking peripheral notice of the high number of guards. There were definitely too many. Either this was a trap, or Brachus was a paranoid motherfucker. Somewhat disheartingly, the former was most likely. "I, like you, am a Walker. I do mercenary work. Assassination, theft, special acquisitions. On rare occasion do I deal with the Fence the Icarus Clan is selling to personally, but I insisted this time, for such items of value. As you may remember, there is a plane in which rabid dragons are kept. I entered this plane, killed the mother and a few nearby combatants, and retrieved the eggs. I then collected my assistant, waiting for me in a hotel here, and found you. You know the rest." His face remained entirely serious about the ordeal, with the exception of his minor changes of facial expression and body language that came naturally as he talked.
"Now," he said, taking a drink, "my time is rather precious. The more time I use, the longer until I get paid, the longer I am on a job, the more vulnerable I am to being caught by Walker Enforcement. Are you going to buy the eggs or not?" To emphasize his point, he looked at his watch and let his expression become slightly impatient, be still professional.
