[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=darkgoldenrod]Keystone[/color] & [color=orangered]Caesar[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img][/img][hr][b][color=dimgray]Location:[/color][/b] Chicago Streets, inside of an SUV 
[b][color=b8860b]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
[b][color=ff4500]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]

	Caesar found the comment that Claire slipped to Keystone about learning the Spanish language mildly humorous. He didn't so much crack a smile as change his expression and give a quiet, [color=ff4500]"Hmm."[/color] She wasn't wrong, though. Learning the language would be useful to him, though his thoughts weren't with business in that moment more than they were about family. Keystone was the father of a bouncing baby Mexican now. Technically with three nationalities; Mexican, American, and British. But the vast majority of his family and damn near all of his support network were Spanish speakers. The business end of it was valid as well, almost as much. 

	Keystone found the observation slightly annoying. He was probably going into it with some preconceived notions anyway, but the big guy had the occasion to be stubborn every now and again. [color=b8860b]"London Offices. Not a lot of blokes speak it where they pulled me from, an' that pullin' was bloody recent."[/color] He settled into the vehicle as Claire began her own personal foray into [u]Mario Kart: Chicago[/u], all the while he tried [i]not[/i] to reach for the grip handle above the window. Yes, the woman's driving concerned him. If the situation called for a speedy exit or tailing, then sure. If this was how she drove in a non-emergency situation, he'd hate to see what she did [i]in[/i] one. 

	Meanwhile, Caesar didn't seem to care. From the look of him, he could probably nap through it. Being a passenger in any of Alicia's cars had sort of numbed him to it all; as long as brakes weren't slammed and tires didn't screech too loudly, all was well with the world. [color=ff4500]"We didn't get the news about the shop. What book is worth millions?"[/color] He wouldn't mind learning a little more about the person he was going to meet, nor the type of business that she ran. A little something about their curio was an excellent start.

	[color=b8860b]"Yeah an' then, begging the Boss's pardon, I'd 'preciate if you could fill me in on that job of yours from a little back."[/color] Keystone did not want to tip his hand entirely about his fandom for a certain vocalist - a lady from his more downtrodden part of the city, but he really was interested in knowing more about it. [color=b8860b]"Word has it you usedta work for Miss Adele [i]Bloody[/i] Adkins. What's all that about?"[/color] He glanced back to Caesar, who was busy staring at him with a tired expression that seemed to relate a feeling that the discussion could probably wait until business was concluded and they were on the road into Grimm. Keystone shifted his gaze back to their maniac driver, following up with, [color=b8860b]"Oh, at your own time, o'course. Curious on the personal, is all."[/color]