Before entering the restaurant Dorian searched his pockets for his sunglasses. Blast, must have left them back home. Hopefully it isn't to crowded he thought with slight fear.

As the two entered the restaurant, Dorian was recognized by the owner. "Mr. Bytorn....uhm.. How nice to see you, sir. It has been a long time." The man very nervously replied. He gestured to the waiters to prepare all things and taking their coats. Dorian was well known here and had some habits and privileges.

"Your table will be ready shortly. Non-smokers as usual, lights slightly dimmed and all of that." while answering he was actually transpiring a bit. "The pianist will take all of your requests, Sir. Or from the ....lovely lady" He looked at her with a little disgust. Not really the type he liked in his place.

Dorian whispered to Elisa: "he owes me a lot of money". Then turning back to the man "have him play something of Liszt"

They walked to their table, luckily it was hardly crowded. Looking at Elisa as she was helped into her chair, he said "You can have anything you want, even if it is not on the menu. They don't mind" Dorian made his order and reluctantly ordered orange juice. Because of his reputation in public he had to be legal all the way. Even with that drinking-age law to his regret.

Elisa, having remained silent walking all the way to the restaurant, had to admit now, seeing how swanky the place was, and how Dorian was treated, that she may have to remove her foot from her mouth sometime. Evidently, he did have a reputation, otherwise he wouldn't be being treated the way he was. She scowled at the owner of the establishment, catching the look he gave her, but made sure to keep her eyes averted to the floor afterwards. She didn't want any unwanted attention, and ice blue eyes on a navy sclera. Yeah - they would attract attention.

She followed Dorian, nodding when he explained that the owner owed him money, she she didn't respond in any way. She would have preferred to help herself into ehr chair, but the waiter seemed more than fussy about helping her, so she shifted into her seat, and folded her legs as the waiter pushed her chair in. SHe found herself pleased, for a moment, that she was wearing long sleeves. Skin touching... God... she shuddered at the very thought.

Scanning the menu vaguely, Elisa decided to make the most of Dorian's contacts and ordered a chocolate milkshake, while continuing to look over the food. It was all so expensive. And sounded great. Like the music. She hated to admit it, but damn Dorian Bytorn knew how to live.

She noticed the waiter who had taken their drnk orders had disappeared and she relaxed a little, pleased that the light was dim. Less attention then, if it was darker. "Sooo...." Elisa patted the table in front of her making a tune of it. She was silent for several long moments before blurtng out: "how do you know about my sad excuse for a family?!" in a low, sharp voice. She didn't like people hiding things from her.

As he listened to the music, his headache was going away a little. His mood becoming brighter. Dorian laughed a bit at the question. "I suppose I have been dodging all your questions this morning. And maybe it's the music. So I will answer this one. In all honesty, it's a lucky guess. Although anyone with a bit of knowledge of psychology would say that. I do not know much about them...yet" The last part he looked straight at her, but gave her a smile.

"You've been strangely quiet when we came here. I am surprised that you did not insult the owner when he gave you that look" he said as the waiter came back with the drinks. "I can not totally blame him, he is not really used to people like you. Which brings me to my question. You have visited the Xavier Institute yet you did not stay there. You are waitress at a place that cockroaches would avoid. So what are your future plans?" he said. He leaned back more in his chair and listened to the sweet music. He loved it so much.

"Maybe it is the music. You seem in a better mood than in the park." Elisa commented, fiddling with her napkin. She looked across the restaurant at the piano and its player. The music, though she wasn't familiar with it, had a strangely soothing effect. She felt a little relaxed now. Whether that was a good or bad thing had yet to be discovered.

I do not know much about them...yet. Elisa's attention turned to Dorian, her blissful atmosphere created by the music cracking around her. She stared at him, unusually worried about his words, and his smile. Wasn't a smile supposed to reassure you? She sighed, leaning on the table with her elbow as the waiter arrived with their drinks. "Why the interest in my... family. if you can call them that." Elisa snorted, twisting the straw in her milkshake.

"As for being quiet," she tilted her chair back, having taken a few sips of the cold beverage from the straw, "I don't like drawing attention to myself. I'm a pretty outspoken little brat, as you've seen, and if I let my mouth run away with me, people tend to pay me too much attention. They see my eyes, gether than I'm the 'm' word, and boom. All Hell breaks loose." She allowed a somewhat sardonic smile to slip into show, while returning her chair to all four legs.

"Xavier's isn't my kind of place. Too stuffy. Too many rules, y'know?" Her previously sardonic smile became a ture one as she laughed at herself. "I'm a loose cannon. Tie me up and I'd go nuts. Future plans... eh..." she shrugged her shoulders, "I'll figure that out nearer the time. I can hear what my mother would say; 'get married into a good family, and breed. Just like your sister.'" Elisa made a face. "Bleh. I am not going to be another Mazzari baby-machine."

Maybe it is the music. You seem in a better mood than in the park Dorian could not help but to laugh a little once more. "You are not the first to remark something like that. What can I say? I have always loved classical music from the earliest of my childhood. And even you seem calmer now." What music can do to people. The dimmed lights were really nice for Dorian's eyesight. And all the while he kept listening to the music.

Xavier's isn't my kind of place. Too stuffy. Too many rules, y'know?......Bleh. I am not going to be another Mazzari baby-machine He nodded sagely. Of all people he understood rules and the influence of parents, both good and bad. "I understand. Still, why not make big money? Even loose cannons can make a considerable amount of money, provided they have contacts. Here is the answer to a question you must be eager to ask. I have no grudge against Xavier or the institute. I am not like one of his adversaries. In fact I honestly wish him a long and healthy life."

"Are you sure you do not wish to order already? I already have done so" He didn't take look at her so he was unaware of her response. But he snapped his fingers and a waiter was coming. That heavenly music was so good for his mood.

Elisa drew various patterns on the table cloth with her finger tips. "I like classical music... being Italian I guess I have a bit of an affinity with it. After all, Italy did breed some of the best opera singers in the world." She smiled vaguely, looking across at the piano. "Its nice... soothing, y'know?" She didn't look at him to ask her question, she was happier leaning on the back of her chair to see the piano.

This was starting to be odd. So she felt. Less than an hour ago, she'd been wanting to strangle this person. But now she was actually relaxed, and almost at ease. Her guard was starting to fall, in a way. And she didn't think the music was helping much.

When Dorian mentioned money, Elisa turned around vaguely. "Money's not really a big deal to me. You can't take it with you when you die, after all. And money doesn't nescessarily make you happy. I'm good with a roof over my head... and my independance. Your life is what you make it," she shrugged her shoulders, "sure money helps. But its not the be all and end all."

Elisa ordered quickly when the waiter apprached. Spaggetti Carbonara! She was really in the mood for typical food. When the waiter had left with her order, Elisa turned back to Dorin and tilted an eyebrow. "You've asked a lot of questions. So now its my turn." Her smile looked challenging, but playful at the same time. "How old are you? What's your affinity with this reupation you've got? What's your actual interest in Xavier? Are you working for someone under cover?"

"I like classical music... Its nice... soothing, y'know? Even Dorian would hate to admit, this girl had at least some taste. "Not to mention that Italy had made and saved the opera. Like Rossini and of course Verdi. Him being the 'Italian hero' as he was called." He raised his glass in honor of the man. He took a sip, and hated the drink a bit. He looked Elisa "I am sorry though that I asked for Liszt, he was from Hungary after all. But opera on a piano is just not done" He laughed a bit a his own lame joke.

"The question of money is perhaps misunderstood. But people will often hold back the goals of others who are, as you said, the 'm-word'. Which will often result in paranoid behavior or poverty or death of our kind. Your goals do need money if you ever want to achieve them. Besides it is obvious you like places like these, if they listen to your whims." He looked around a bit. The food should not take too long. Knowing the owner it would have received top priority

The questions were rather annoying. But he would answer them. "first question: I am twenty years of age. Second question: my reputation provides me with this lifestyle and is therefore my whole being. Third question: I always was interested in mutants and how some control them, even by those rules. Fourth question: I have worked for only one man in my entire life and he is sadly no more."

He leaned back. A slight annoyance was recognizable on his face.

Elisa shrunk back in her seat, taking note to the disgruntled expression across Dorian's face. Maybe she'd pushed her luck with the questions there. She'd have to make sure she asked more intelligent ones in the future.

To appease him, even if he didn't take it, she remembered his slightly pathetic attempt at humor and chuckled. "That's pretty impossible though, isn't it? Opera, on the piano. And not quite suitable for this kind of setting. This too relaxed for opera... ballet maybe..." Elisa grinned, "I mean the music from ballet... not the actual dancers in the restaurant and everything..." she laughed harder, "could you imagine the clog dance from 'La Fille Mal Gardée' in here?" Elisa giggled, then stopped, biting her lip.

She cleared her throat, watching a waiter buslte past to another couple at a table further away, across the restaurant floor. "You're only twenty? No offence... but you act much older. But each to their own, I suppose." Elias decided to stay away from his other answers to her questions, incase she annoyed him again, which she really wasn't wanting to do at the moment.

Taking a thoughtful sip of her milkshake through its straw, Elisa leaned back in her chair. "Money may be deemed as useful... but I think too much emphasis is put on cash and... what it can get you." She sighed, scratching the back of her head, "but I do see where you're coming from, Mr. Bytorn. I guess mutants really do need all the help they can get. Financially at least..."

While Elisa was talking, Dorian's expression never really changed. The music could not change it anymore.

"La Fille Mal Gardée, or roughly translated The Badly Supervised Daughter. Why am I not surprised that you would like that, miss Marazzi?" He said in a cold tone. His bright mood was gone, and he became angry. It was so obvious to him what she was trying to do. Even he did not needed any power to be able to predict Elisa's actions. A classic attempt to appease someone.

"My turn to ask questions. You clearly disdain your mother's intentions, what about your father? When the waiter tried to help you into your chair you seemed uneasy, why? There has to be another reason besides the rules why you did not join the X-men. What was that reason?"

Just when he had finished asking those questions, a waiter came with their orders. The owner, nervous as ever, came to check on them. "Everything all right, mr. Bytorn? ...Enjoy your meal, and of course you too miss....it's an honor to have once more, mr. Bytorn." Before either of them could answer the man, he had left. If he had stayed any longer the poor man might have fainted.

"Actually it translates to 'The Wayward Daughter'." Elisa corrected. If there was one thing she knew more about than most people it was ballet. And she would not be corrected by someone else on that. Whether they were scowling at her or not.

She knew her attempts to ease the tension her questions had risen had failed, and though she was a little put out by this - she didn't let it bother her too much. After all, why should she have to go out of her way to please someone she hardly knew, and who evidently, didn't like the fact she was there with him.

Elisa thanked the waiter when her food was delivered, and began eating almost immediately. She was hungrier than she'd first thought. It was probably the place, that made her hungry. She choked slightly on a mouthful when Dorian asked his questions, and took a moment to recompose herself and finish her mouthful.

"You want to know about my family..." Elisa murmured, laying her fork across her dish. Typical manners she'd been taught as a child. "Okay... well... I hate my sad excuse for a father because he hates me. He's a mutant hater, you understand - makes my life pretty goddamn difficult. It was his idea to keep me cooped up inside when my mutant abilities became evident." Elisa explained steadily, flicking her hair off her shoulder. She wasn't adverse to answering questions about her family. She just didn't like talking about it too much.

"The simple answer to why I was adverse to being helped into my chair is smply this - I don't like people touching me, whether its bare skin, or through clothes. I just don't like it. You don't need to know the full details... its called haphephobia... I think." She paused, and ate a mouthful of her meal. "And as to why I didn't join the X-Men..." she shrugged her shoulders. "I didn't feel like it. I don't like authority, being told what to do. Nor do I like having to put on a face of niceness to people I can't stand." Elisa leaned forward on the table, her head held in the palm of her hand, on her elbow. "Anything else?"

Stay calm. Do not get insulting. She has information about the X-men

"I stand corrected, although I have only an interest in the music. Not the prancing around. Besides La Fille Mal Gardée is the best example of the downward spiral in which ballet has fallen. If memory serves me right it premiered in 1789, two weeks after the Bastille was taken. The choreography was by Jean Dauberval. Ballet became the greater entertainment of common people. While at first it was of the elite and those with taste. Though I can not deny I do like the original music from Hertel." When he said that he began eating. He was a surprised that Elisa seemed to be so hungry.

While he carefully listened to her answers to his questions, he made a mental note to study her further. Her straight forward behavior was impressive. She might prove useful. Checking on her family should not be too hard.

When she had finished her little speech, he looked her and paused for moment. Took his napkin and cleaned his mouth a bit.

"You're right about the name. Depending of the way one fears to be touched (bare skin and such) it has several other names; aphenphosmphobia, haptephobia or chiraptophobia. And many hate authority in their current forms."

Anything else?

"How about working for me? Where you can use your powers and do not have to worry about the law" He replied.

Throughout his entire speech about the the ballet, La Fille Mal Gardée, and 'ballets downward spiral', Elisa found herself both hating this person more, and at the same time wanting to know just a bit more about him. He was evasive with his answers, and was obviously easy to piss off... or annoy at least, if she asked too many questions. But he was interesting. Even she had to give him that.

He was arrogant, evidently saw her as nothing more as dirt on his boot - but he was intelligent, and that was a start. She hadn't met that many people in Bayville, since moving there some time ago, with an IQ higher, or equally her own. A few perhaps - but not someone with intellect this high. She was interested in what she could get out of him. She could learn from him, that's for sure... but then...

His motives weren't clear.

"Work for you?" Elisa repeated, ignoring his previous mention of the different names of her 'quirk'. "Doing what exactly? What could a mouthy, Italian shadow manipulatior possibly do for you?" she asked carefully, Jean's words to be careful springing to mind.

He looked at her, her actions revealed him that she hated his guts. But she was interested in knowing his motives. He had revealed so little about himself. Time to take a few risks. He answered "Officially my new security consultant, because of your knowledge on surviving the streets. Rumors will say that I, being the great philanthropist, gave an unschooled waitress a chance. And in reality to make my selfappointed task easier, by having you do some errands from time to time. Shadow manipulation can be very useful, as it can be silent."

He looked around to be sure they would not be disturbed by anyone. Or that someone might overhear their conversation. "I admit my speech in the park was more emotional, but do you know how hard it is to cover things up for the X-men? While they are unaware of it! My secrecy is my weapon. If they knew all about me, they would only make it worse. Or do you really think the FoH are ONLY comprised out of blunt morons? Mutant haters are morons, but there are those who have intelligence. I had to do some hard convincing many times to make them think the Institute is clean. The way the X-men are going about it, my prediction that one of them will die is quite possible, to say the least. I can only cover so much."

He sighed deeply. He had lied through his teeth, although there was a bit of truth. Xavier or Jean had not to be harmed, he sometimes had to convince people. The rest could all die.

"I am sorry for this rant. Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this, as said by Homer." He continued his meal, while waiting for an answer. He did not want to look anxious, so his eyes were not fixed on her. Her answer unknown.

"Security consultant...?" Elisa repeated, an eyebrow quirking upon her face as she listened to what Dorian had to say. His offer was quite intriguing, it had to be said. And he did have her interest - not to mention a personality and intelligence she was both interested in, and finding an abhorance to.

She scoffed, "you that you get to play the good samaritian." Elisa muttered, swirling her fork in her spaggetti as Dorian continued. So... you work for the FoH then... I guess thats a start... Elisa told herself, scraping her hair back and continuing to listen, if slightly boredly. She was becoming increasingly interested in a dirty stain in the table cloth, and what detergents would be good to remove it.

"In my experience," Elisa replied off handedly, "most people who I've encountered are morons, whether they're mutant haters or not."

Once he'd finished, Elisa surveyed him through narrowed eyes. She couldn't read minds, so she couldn't tell if he was lying or not. Or if his offer was genuine. But she didn't like the thought that a member, or members of the X-Men could die. It was no lie that she didn't know many of them very well - but the ones she did know... Tara, Jordan, Savannah, Jean... she liked them. She liked them a lot. She didn't want any of them to die.

Rubbing her temple with her thumb and the pad on her index finger, Elisa exhaled heavily. "Okay... you've got my alligence." She said finally. "But you gotta tell me the whole deal. Not smart ass remarks. No big words, no quotes from Homer. All the cards on the table, the 4-1-1 - in a language a sixteen year old, highschooler can understand..." she paused, her mouth tilting up in a smirk, "plus discussions of pay and such - but we'll talk about that later." She allowed a playful wink, at Dorian and then turned her attention to the pianist.

He honestly smiled in warm way, the very first time in a long time. "Believe me, payment is no problem at all! I know how to keep good people in my service." He took another sip from his drink and wished his headache was gone. It was gone for a little while, back at the park. When he had shaken hands with Jordan, but only for a few moments. He had to look into that, a way to get rid of headaches deserved research in his opinion.

"Of course as you may understand I can't fully explain your job-description here. You never know who are listening. But there a few things I expect and a few perks I can give. People I hire need to be in good shape, I don't wish to be responsible for their death. Of what I can tell you already qualify for that, but I wish to have a training room build according to your specifications. And you can relocate, if you wish to have a better apartment." He thought of a moment and then continued.
"Hell, you can even take one at my place, it's a tall building in business-district. You'll get free range in methods, as long as you get results. The only thing I must insist is that you keep it a secret. Even from friends, I did not come to my high position by taking constant risks. Nor could I be able to save them so often if I was careless. And as said if others find out it may result in deaths of your friends. So do be careful, as well in public too. Although I make some persuasive arguments to the law and such. You will get away with more than others, to some extent of course."

He thought for a moment and was very pleased how this worked out. He already thought of some theories about her psyche. He would definitely need to research her further.

Elisa caught a glimpse of his smile, but decided to not make much of it. Other than tell herself he looked nicer smiling, than he did frowning and scowling at her. She then turned her attention back to him, to listen to what he had to say, her mind milling over is words and offers as they were said.

"And least pays sorted out. As long as I'm paid well, and I don't end up out on my ass, I'm okay." Elisa muttered, continuing to listen. "Death?" She rose an eyebrow. "Has anyone who worked for you died before? I mean, I'm in pretty decent shape. I may need to loose a few pounds, but its just outta interest... how much is my life gonna be in danger here?"

"Don't worry, I'm not going to say anything about a job like this, to anyone. I don't talk much about personal matters anyway." Elisa leaned back in her chair. "Asd for relocating... my studio is pretty small..." she tilted her head. "When can I move in, ne?"

Elisa smirked vaguely when he mentioned the law, and getting away with things. Not that she was planning on going around on a homicidal trip or anything, any time soon. But if he had a way with the law, that meant incidents like that in the mall with Tara a week ago, would allow her to go unscathed. "Okay... so thats the basic outline." Elisa prompted, also finding herself pleased at how this chance meeting was going. "And we talk about the more... private stuff when and where?"

Dorian actually went through the trouble of reading her lips in the future-image. Despite his headache. It was something he rarely did, but it was useful sometimes. That and the fact he was burning with curiosity. Their first meeting showed great hostility and now she would work for him. He was very pleased with all of her answers, his mood turned to ever so joyful. Mainly as it was an accomplishment. It would be the first time to his knowledge to have a mutant working for him.

"As to that question, yes. People working for me have died, sadly because most proved to be incompetent. And lets face it, dealing with our kind has many dangers. And it will only get worse, I have seen the true feelings of the powerful citizens. Criminals are waiting their chances to sell weaponry 'legally', politicians are waiting for the perfect excuse for a m-witch hunt and the FoH is growing steadily. There is a war coming, but I intend to use your specific uses more in the field of covert operations. Like getting me information and a bit of thieving I suppose. So dangers might be limited, but there is simply no guarantee." He said with an acted face, like he was worried. Though his studies made him very good at reading others, he was never sure he could act that well to fool others.

When she told him about that she may need to loose some weight, he laughed out loud. Finding it so humorous. "Women and their weight! Now that's an eternal debate! I once dated a model that thought that every comment one would say was something negative about her weight! If I said love, she was thinking about lovehandles! If I said she was in good shape, she thought I meant pearshape! hehehe...", he regained himself and said," Glad I dumped her! And of course she is now really thin, being corpse and all. She should have known not to try to blackmail me he thought.

"If you wish you can move in this very day. Probably this evening. If you'll permit me I can having moving van send to your place. And don't worry they're the best in town, so they are careful." He winked at her. Trying to give her some extra trust. "It will be done this evening at earliest though. About that same time you can visit my place. We'll discuss further then."

He had finished meal and he didn't take notice if Elisa was finished. He rubbed his hands and said "Now how about some dessert or are you worried that you'll have to burn those extra calories too?" He said while laughing.

Elisa leaned forward on her forearms as Dorian spoke. This was becoming a habit. Usually she didn't listen to people. But if this had to do with her new job, she figured it was in her best interests.

"So you're talking stealth missions? That's good. I'm pretty nimble, seeing as I am a rather accomplished gymnaste." Elisa commented with a slight air of smugness to her voice, "so nothing to worry about there." She decided not to comment on what he'd said about the 'under ground' oporations of criminals and mutant witch hunts. She knew it was true. She knew it was bound to happen sometime. But she also wanted to be in the best position when it did occour. And she was starting to figure that maybe being at Dorian's right hand would be a decent place to be.

When he started to laugh, Elisa looked at him surprised, but quickly found herself giggling. She hadn't heard him laugh before. And she was right, he looked nicer, and younger actually, when he was smiling, or at least had some more happy expression on his face. "Hey! I'm not that concered with my weight!" Elisa exclaimed laughingly. "I'm pretty happy with the way I look actually. Its just if I'm going to act super-stealthy, I will need to lose a little weight. It'll just mean I can move faster, and work faster too."

"As for moving in..." Elisa continued, "moving in ASAP sounds pretty good. I don't have much to move. So I'll be your new tenant by this evening!"

"Uh-uh! Nothing comes between Elisa Persephone Marazzi and sweet food!" Elisa announced, "bring on the desserts!"

I'm pretty happy with the way I look actually....It'll just mean I can move faster, and work faster too."

"Then I am at least glad that you take your new job serious. It will only be better for both of us" He said smilingly. In his mind he was how long it would take to have her things moved. Estimating how long her training would be.

"My first tenant, rumors will start now. I don't expect any problems, the beauty that you are now a consultant is that age doesn't really matter. In the toy-business they actually have children doing consulting. I personally would find that demeaning." He talked about that for few minutes, but he was still happy. Things worked out so well. He was proud of himself, his ego growing even than it already was.

The desserts was actually one BIG dessert. The owner already had the cook prepare their dessert specialty. Various flavors of ice cream with whipped cream and much more, to put it simply all of the works! Quite a spectacular piece, and mouthwatering. It was always more of an attention piece to the owner, only made at large dinner parties. Seeing that Dorian was in a good mood, he hoped to appease even more this way.

As the big bowl of ice-cream was positioned it the middle of the table, Dorian had to admit that the owner succeeded. He would give the man a little more time. He actually had to look around it to see Elisa.

"After this I think you will definitely have to loose some pounds!" he laughed.

"Yes, rumours will start, won't they?" Elisa snickered, "the papers will ahve a field day, I've no doubt." She smiled widely, chuckling to herself, and at the fact that the papers were so 'in everyone's life' it probably would happen.

"Wow... talk about a dessert..." Elisa muttered staring at the dessert, "I'll be sick eating all of this... lucky for me I've got you to help. As for losing weight... nothing a few hours on a running machine can't fix!" She picked up a spoon and began eating the ice cream. "My compliments to the chef." Elisa muttered around a mouthful. "This is good ice cream."

She was silent as she ate as much as she could, and when she had eaten her fill, she laid her spoon to rest on the table and leaned back. "Well, that was pleasant." She sighed contentedly, smiling at Dorian from around the half eaten pudding. Elisa sat back for a few minutes, letting her food go down, before deciding she'd better get going and maybe starting packing her belongings up, if she was to be moving later.

"I guess I better be going. Uhm... what time did you want me at your place of residence again?" she asked, leaning up on her elbow.

Dorian never really was a big eater. Which had made the biggest rumor about him, being an anorexic or something like that. On the other hand, there were rumours that he was an insomniac, a recluse and more. Just rumours though. Still he had eaten only half of what Elisa had managed to eat of the dessert.

He tried to find the owner, but was unable to locate him. Turning to Elisa, he answered her: "Well, taken the movers in account I would say it would be wise for you to come around seven o'clock. That way you'll have plenty of time to pick out your apartment. And the one that will be transformed into your private gym. You can have complete freedom of choice. Except the complete top floor, that is were I live." He leaned back into his chair and gazed upon what was left of the dessert. The remains were still impressive.

He handed her his business-card and one of his credit cards. "that way you'll know where to be." he said with a smile. "And if you are going to wander near a mall by any chance or something, do look around. If you see anything that could prove useful for your training, like a running machine..hehe, just have brought to my place. And if you see something nice for your new place, it's alright. See it as several housewarming gifts. Just don't exploit my generosity. I do keep an eye on my employees. And there is no need for you to go shopping for possible mission equipment, that I will take care of personally" He said while leaning back in his chair.

After this he thought it would be wise to talk to the owner later on. To have several things sorted out, the owner should be happy. It would be in favour of the man.

"Seven, eh?" Elisa repeated, jotting the time down on a napkin with a pen from her bag. "Okay then! And I get to pick my apartment?!" She practically beamed. "I'm starting to like you more and more, Boss Man!" Elisa decided not to push her luck and left what he'd said about the top floor alone, though she was seriously tempted to make a lecherous joke about it.

Taking the two cards, Elisa tapped them against the palm of her right hand, already planning something of a shopping trip. She'd get the gym equipment, naturally, but a bit of a wardrobe update wouldn't go amiss. A couple of new outfits to work out in. And a new coat for the summer. But hearing what Dorian said, she decided, again, not to push her luck. Something about him told her she'd have to be careful this time.

She rose from her chair and lifted her bag onto her shoulder, placing both business card and credit card into the back left pocket of her jeans. "Alright then, Mistah Boss Man! I shall be seeing ya later!" She gave a quick salute and walked off towards the main entrance doors, feeling rather pleased with herself.

((Elisa to the mall... SPENDING SPREE BABY!!))

While he watched Elisa leaving, he thought about this new title of "Mistah Boss Man". Sighing deeply, he realized that would give him a new headache in the future, but that did not bother him at the moment. He figured it would be wise to return home. He had to arrange for the movers, technicians and change his security a little. Not to mention that he would receive several faxes/bills, showing the amount that Elisa might spent on equipment and house warming gifts.

To him she seemed pretty anxious to spend some serious money, as had he expected from her. Her seemingly resentment against her parents and manners made him deduce she could be bought for her services. That is why he played the "sugar-daddy" part.

"Money speaks sense in a language all nations understand, Aphra Behn" he quoted softly. It wouldn't be the first time that he made his money talk for him. He had plenty of it and knew how to use it. He didn't mind to spend it on someone like Elisa, as long as he would profit from it in the end.

After an hour of pleasant negotiating with the owner of the establishment, he went back to his place. Both parties were happy, the owner's debt would be repaid on very reasonable terms. The man was so relieved that his business would not go bankrupt. Dorian was already in a good mood, everything worked out very nicely so far.

(Foresight to his home)