Sylus watches carefully as the shock of the recent event wears off fairly quickly and the boy begins formulating his answer. [i]'Well, he doesn't seem all that bothered by that little outburst. I wonder if he realizes that that will be the man he will work for should he get hired. Most likely not. I mean, he may have gone into the nice big office space, but after all, he did not act very much like his position would dictate'[/i] He gives no visible response to the young man's reply, simply letting the words sink in. The tone, the speed, the inflection, and even the body movements all running through the critical analysis system known as Sylus's brain. Unlike Marius's brain, Sylus works with undefinable figures. A form of science or mathematics to which he has made up all the formulas and components. If he were every to play the stock market, he could easily be the richest man on earth in less than a week. 

However the stock market is too cold a problem to work with, Sylus preferring actually dealing with people rather than numbers. His hands come to rest across is lap near his stomach, the fingers lacing together slowly as he listens to Will speak. He closes his eyes for a moment, just long enough for it to be more than a blink before once again looking to the young man. [i]'So, his first choice is model. He's right, most agencies will only take what they can sell not only at top dollar, but on a regular basis. With the trends of the past ten years there is no way an agency would take him'[/i] His index fingers slide out so they can tap their tips together while he thinks. [i]'Well, he is not a little carbon copy, and he did not even think to ask about the incident. . .'[/i]

Sliding a hand over he grabs the clipboard once more and gives it a quick glance. Then raising it up above his shoulder he opens his hand as if to drop it. However as if she knew it was going to happen Jully had stepped forward and grabs it just as he lets it go. A moment later she hands him a leather bound ledger and steps back. The shiny black leather catches the light as he brings it down and sets it in his lap. Pressing his fingers over the cover he tilts his head ever so slightly. “So your mother has an agency. Did you ever show any interest in the agency itself, or were you so intent on becoming a model that you ignored the actual work behind the business?” Sylus knows there is a more polite way to pose the question, however he is far more interested in the guys opinion of his very colored question than the actual answer to the question. He knows that models indeed to have their own kind of hardships, but Sylus himself has never seen them as something everyone can learn to deal with, unlike actually running the business.