"Ah." he said simply as she made her statement. He keeping his eyes on her a moment longer than might be necessary, going over her clothing. A favorite outfit, allowing her to be comfortable in the face of someone she did not feel at ease with. Cool, surgical steel used for the piercings, helpful in keeping whoever she’s facing more interested in her fashion sense than the mind working behind her eyes. Her face did not betray any fear, which he liked. Her words, however, gave away her thoughts about him and her version of his plans.
"Miss Van Roehm, I'm glad we cleared that up. You don't need a god and leashes, quite simply, are for dogs. You are too attractive for such things. I believe that you and I don't have to be at cross-purposes for the duration of any working relationship we might enjoy." he said, gesturing to the chair behind him, inviting her to sit as he moved back behind the table.
"Can I offer you anything to drink? I have coffee, bottled water, various spirits and soda." he listed, thinking she might demur and refuse.
"I'd like it if you and I could work with each other without letting what happened between our parents taint the endeavor. A fresh start, so to speak. What happened between them is, truthfully, between them. I am not my mother and you are not your father.
You are a member of the Hellfire Club. I want to be a member of the Hellfire Club. We both want to exceed our parents' level of success. We have the tools, and I know that I have the desire.
I can't speak for you, though. What else should you and I have understood between us before we go any further in this discussion?” he asked.
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