"'The Golden Boys?'" the name rang comic in his ears. He couldn't help but scoff and chuckle at the childish name. How could any respectable company of bladesman call themselves "Golden Boys?" Part of Mazone wondered how many "golden shower" puns their adversaries had thrown their way over the years.

But he was in need of work, and he didn't have many other skills--damned military fathers. Of course... maybe? He'd try it, there was no harm in asking. Besides, she'd appeared to loosen up around him from what he could read, which is generally where he wants people to be when around him. He never worked well with someone who really was a dark and brooding type.

"What about you, love? Do you have anything for a man like myself? Hell, we could form our own mercenary company..." another one of those intentional and stoccato beats.

"...put our [i]gifts[/i] to good use." A knowing ring hung in the air alongside his words; it had a weight that indicated its heaviness, a weight that made it apparent he had been waiting to out her for some time.

[@Yomojo]