Aiden looked around the mansion as they walked through, his head calming down with every step thankfully, letting out a low whistle as he took everything in. The place obviously used to look really nice before their client clearly lost his marbles over this assassination attempt. Not like he could blame the guy, though, anyone would go a little screwy if they're life is under threat. This guy just went a little screwier than most. When Nigel got on him about calling the guy a prick, Aiden simply shrugged his shoulders. He went by what he saw, and while the circumstances were trying, the guy sounded like a prick, so that's the assumption Aiden would go under until proved otherwise.

When they arrived at his little treasure hoard, Aiden decided to take a more direct route to gaining the man's attention. Walking past Nigel, he walked up to the pacing figure, talking loudly and plainly as he did so. He didn't want to startle the fat cat too badly, as he was clearly dealing with some major paranoia and stress. Wouldn't be any good if he gave the guy a heart attack and did the assassin's job for them.

"Hey rich guy, you're bodyguards from the Wizard's of Fiore are here and ready to rumble. So, not that we're here, mind telling us what kind of enemies we're going to be dealing with here?"