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Liam smiled at Colette as he noticed her standing behind the opened door. Lovely, someone else as assurance should this go badly, he stared at the woman as she spoke, imagining how glorious it would be to deposit four rounds right in her head. He fantasized silently, a larger and larger smile creeping over his lips, he imagined the open gasping face she would make as her death came in an instant, the blood that would pour down her face and cloak her in a lovely splatter of deep crimson. Of course, he didn't act on this, no man of class would, instead he slid his dagger from his belt and spun it skillfully under the table as he feigned paying attention to her speech. 

He managed to catch the sob story, realizing that his smile was perhaps mistimed. Oh well, he supposed, she was practically shaking as the ratio of assassin to congresswoman got ever more in favor of the former. He could do whatever he wanted and she could do nothing. He reveled in that power, his smile twisting as it attempted to consume the rest of his face. The sob story was a good one, she truly seemed like she cared, not that Liam cared, maybe if he was one of those Familia pansies he would have given it a second thought, but all Liam saw right now was a desperate woman needing a contract.

In other words, a good meal for the bank account.

Standing up, he slowly walked around his desk, slinking slowly, coiled as if ready to strike, tracing the now revealed knife across the wood. He pulled it up to the light and examined it a moment.

[color=aba000]"Please, do not pound desks, the other clientele may be annoyed,"[/color] he said, slightly annoyed by her outburst. [color=aba000]"You see, if it was me, I'd do what this person wanted, of course, I'm also a brilliant assassin who very much enjoys the soft, foul smelling underbelly of our fine city,"[/color] he pushed his hair back with a hand.

[color=aba000]"I honestly don't care about a few stray children, it seems callous, I know, but if they all died tomorrow I wouldn't lose any sleep. If you want compassion go elsewhere, but if you want this person dead, well, what're you willing to pay? The more money you give, the longer he takes to die, that's what you want, right?"[/color] He said quickly, leaving almost no time to breathe as he toyed with her, attempting to appeal to her anger to drive up the price of the hit.

[color=aba000]"Perhaps I'm smitten, you know, a woman after mine own heart. Knowing that you're so kind, so loving, even to the point where you would murder to protect your loved ones, it would be impossible not to fall in love. If I had a ring I'd ask you to marry me, we'd get rid of those pesky children and retire to my bedroom where we'd waste away the hours... reading,"[/color] he teased coldly. The words came from a place of truth, though Liam's libido wasn't restricted to just her, much to his chagrin in some areas, and less in others.

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