Standing quietly, observing constantly, it was only when Ryleigh moved towards the door did Mathias walk after her. This was going to need some adjusting. Out of all the contracts he had carried out thus far, never had it involve protecting someone. It was typically death through subtle means or an extravaganza to send the target's contacts a message. Now, instead of minding his own personal surroundings, he had to keep Ryleigh's personal welfare as the highest of priority. His older brother or youngest sister would've been much more ... graceful at this. He was the best in the family due to his track record of kills.

He noticed her scrutinizing stare. They didn't have to get along. It wasn't his job to be her friend. Good synergy would make things go along much smoother however. But whatever may happen, it was of little consequence he supposed. 

Ryleigh finally broke the silence as she began to list off her rules. He nodded slightly. Of course he would blend into his surroundings accordingly. The professional, business suit was only worn on formality. This was the first day he met with his employer after all. They were in her room when she listed off her last and final rule. "Ms. Anderson," he said, ignoring rule number one, "I assure you that I'm more than capable of adapting to a variety of situations. If your well-being happens to be in a position of compromise, however, I shall ignore the last two [i]rules[/i] you stated just prior. Your father has paid my 'group' a handsome sum. Your safety supersedes everything else." 

Mathias instinctively put himself between Ryleigh and the person he had just noticed in the room having been in it for less than ten seconds. He was about to pull out a knife he concealed in his wrist cuff. It would be better to interrogate to find who sent the intruder. It was only when the girl started talking that he stopped. He remembered reading about the person. This was a close friend of his clients. He stepped back as he watched with more intensity than the situation warranted.

He blinked once as the girls began to converse. He simply had nothing to add. He fiercely suppressed the urge to break the girl's wrist when she grabbed for his hand. This was going to take far more work than he had originally thought. He returned the handshake warmly. "A pleasure Ms. Ackerman, I'm sure," he said. "Whether Ms. Anderson knows or doesn't know how to converse with the opposite sex doesn't matter. She can take all the time she requires."

Pulling his hand away, Mathias moved past the girls as he stared out the window. There were too man vantage spots another hitman could use to assassinate the girl. He frowned as he pulled out his phone. One of the perks of the Society was the funding they received from anonymous persons. He sent a requisition for a security package. It'd help solve some of the issues he'd have to fix tonight. 

Once the message was sent, he turned back towards the girls. "Simply Mathias will be sufficient," he said as he remembered he forgot to introduce himself. He looked on with interest at a number of lists that were posted to a cork board in a neat fashion. It was not until he saw the shelves of books did a hint of a smile crack across his lips. Ryleigh had beautiful taste in literature. He looked at the binds of each book as he muttered more so to himself, "fine titles indeed."