Calculating. Calculating and patient. Those qualities were the very essense of the male in the high-toned low-town office. It was the life breath of him, and the fulcrum of the skill that brought in the money. The Constrictor studied the client as she came in. The meeting had been set up and she had paid through the nose just to speak to him. Every person of discriminating taste who needed his particular services did. He served a purpose here in Rhy'din, and there was never a shortage of business. Hands steepled together in front of his face, he leaned back in his chair reading the body language she was silently screaming out. This one hated. He could taste it. It thrummed along the receptor points all along his body. Mmmm. She hated and she grieved. The sculpted lips of the big man parted slightly, on an indrawn breath, his tongue moving in the dark shelter of his mouth, flicker, flicker. The taste of it was sweet, delicious. She was a beauty, too, though he could see that she drew trouble to her like flame drew air. She was a smoker, using an Elvin blend, if he was not mistaken. After listening to her requests and the probable hindrances to them, he lifted a hand to silence her. She stopped talking the very moment he did so. Interesting. Revealing. A smile slithered over his lips. "What you ask is very difficult. Veighn will not be an easy target." She started to speak and he held up his hand again, just to watch her obey his silent directive to cease. Lips twitched in covert amusement. "I did not say it could not be done. It will be expensive. Very expensive. The closer he comes to me, the more I will charge you. Killing him might be easier and faster. You will follow exactly the path I prescribe for contacting me, or you will be terminated". Her tersely voiced response brought with it such a hot surge of hatred from her that he felt his member twitch against the fine Armani slacks he wore. "I don't want you to kill him. I want you to squeeze him".