The Lesser (Emmz)

Ashleigh pouted a little "I have no intention of leaving this city, I was just curious that's all, trying to have a nice conversation" she told him as she folded her arms, playing with some electricity and dancing it between two of her fingers.

He furrowed his brow at her. "Causing trouble for my people does not require you to leave. It only requires that you know about it and where it is. That is why I respectfully am declining you that information." Straightforward.

"Alright alright, well how about we talk about something less consequential then, like...your favourite kind of food~" she said with a friendly looking grin "when I'm not eating electricity, I quite like food from my homeland, Germany, these Americans don't really know decent savoury food, and too much fat and grease, they also use water to puff up meats to make them look shiny and juicy" she told him.

He frowned as he watched her and listened to her asking him questions, like what his favorite food was. Why did she seem so intent on getting to know him? This was a simple business transaction, was it not? He crossed his arms lightly, as he debated whether to answer or not and then said, "It probably does not qualify as my favorite, but I have always liked sushi."

"Sushi is pretty good, I prefer vegetable sushi" she told him calmly, seeing he was getting bored "fine, you can go, I was just bored is all, its not often I get to talk to someone of equal or more power than I" she told him. As she spoke Butch would return and hand him his photo back.

She told him that she liked vegetable sushi before saying that he could leave, and saying that she was only bored, and that was why she wanted to talk to him so much. "I see. I apologize, I did not mean to offend you. But I am not very good at talking to others," he said, taking his photo back from Butch after he got in. "Besides, there is still the matter of means of communication to discuss."

"Well I'll call you if I get anything, do you have a number that I can contact you on?" she asked him as she relaxed in her throne.

He nodded and gave her a number to his burner phone. He handed the paper directly to her. "Do not hesitate to contact me should you need anything. Perhaps I am a bit abrasive but I see any mission I take on through to the end." He bowed as a sign of respect, and then would exit her club, unless she made any kind of effort to keep him in conversation or stop him.

Ashleigh would nod in understanding and let him leave, turning her throne back around to face the window as she clapped her hands and the blinds opened so she could oversee the club once more.

-The End