Affari Esteri

[Reeves]

The mechanical servant noted down her order and then turned to Morreti, obviously intending to note down anything he might want as well due to how it was programmed. "A blue bolt, serve it in a glass and with ice." It was a fairly popular brand of soda, primarily served at bars on Curacao and usually paired with alcohol of some kind, known for its balanced fruity range of flavors. He had obviously skipped pleasantries when it came to the machine, its only response on the matter being a prompt exit to go fetch what they'd asked for, though it would probably take a few minutes considering how restricted its range of motion was.

Once the droid was gone, he turned his attention to her and responded to the query without much hesitation. "I have no objections to your proposed format and how you intend to handle the documentation, so by all means let us proceed." If anything this seemed normal to him, his background certainly ensured that he was bombarded with all manner of contracts, it was the underworld's ad hoc manner of hashing out deals that took some getting used to and not this.

There was no need to rush, hence why he was letting her slowly move through the process of guiding this negotiation, content to do more listening than talking for the moment. His eyes and face gave nothing away, while his posture conveyed grace and confidence. He wasn't leaning against the table, instead keeping his hands on his lap with his legs crossed, and the way he was comfortably leaned back in his seat made his stature seem broader. Whatever her impressions of him might have been, the record was straight now and he was waiting for her to continue.