Aery's eyebrow flicked up again, the tiniest bit. This was a dangerous man. Boy. For he couldn't have been all that much older than her.
Still, she had to admire the boy. It took guts to make a business out of such a gods-forsaken game as the illegal trafficking.
Realizing she'd been about to fall into another test trap, Aery calmed herself, collected her wits. "It is certainly a unique business venture. As far as its moral value, surely it is no better and no worse than what your... employees... themselves take part in." Her lip curled the tiniest bit.
"On a more personal note, which federal agency did you recruit your bodyguards from? They seem too well-trained to be self-taught." She knew one of the guards was nonchalantly coming closer behind her. Casually she blew on her nails, inspected them, tucked her emery board into her pocket, as she did double-checking that her pistol was ready to fire.