Lord Guthbert seemed to fit into the stereotypical rich dandy role like a glove. His flamboyant style, overconfidence (in his wealth) and that excessively theatrical speech made Boran roll his eyes and chuckle in amusement. Nevertheless, this was about the job; about the money, and as the gemstones hit the table, he sipped the last drop of the cheap brandy from the glass and picked up a stone for examination. His lips widened into a smile as he rolled the diamond in his hand, imagining what leisures this little thing could possibly buy him. Yes, he liked it.

[b]"My colleagues are quite perceptive,"[/b] he started, still examining the shiny rock, [b]"much more than I would have thought."[/b]

[b]"No offense, of course,"[/b] he continued, sending the men an apologetic look that one could perceive as sincere.

Boran pocketed the diamond and leaned back on the chair, stretching his legs and resting his arms on his lap while doing so.

[b]"I'm usually not one to turn down a hefty salary, or to believe in ghost stories, or otherwise ask too many questions... but... blondie here makes some compelling arguments."[/b]