Otto rolls his eyes with annoyance as he looks away from the Elezen woman and back out of the window for a moment to collect his thoughts. Her petulance is annoying him.
Looking back to her he speaks softly, to keep in check with his surroundings "If I cared to impress you, I would take you to my bed. I had brought you here as a courtesy, and because I was not in the mood to be anywhere else today. Is it really such a problem for a woman like yourself to be in a Club like this? I..."
He trails his words short as the servant returns with a tray holding a myriad of items. Two drinks, his usual that Eva seems to have gotten quite used to. A newspaper folded neatly and unused sans the Tonberry editorials, the most recent ticker-report from the Market Board, and a curious unsealed red envelope. Otto eyes the contents of the tray as they are laid onto the table before himself and Eva. Pulling glasses from his coat pocket, he places them low on his nose to examine the envelope more closely with a confused and surprised looked. He looks up to the servant with an expectant expression as he holds up the envelop but he merely shakes his head in a 'I don't know' fashion.
With a lackadaisical raise of his brows he turns the envelope over to open it. He finds a simple card in it and reads the message. Its message is grave, even for him. He shows little as he slides the card back into the envelope, and tucks it into an inner-coat pocket as he leans forward. While forward he reaches into another coat pocket from the inside of his suit-jacket a cheque. Otto makes a point of using nearly ceremonial cheques, made from heavy card stock, embossed with gold dust and the lettering equally so. He looks to the servant making a mock writing gesture with his hand "Pen please."
The servants here are all very used to people like me coming and needing pens to sign various things, business dealings or otherwise, and they always carry fountain pens on their person now. He hands his over with a bow and silently holds it out by the tips of his fingers and Otto takes it with intent. He unscrews the cap and takes to signing and filling out the blank cheque. He signs it for two-million gil in all and endorses it with his signature, the ink soaking in deeps to the paper as he scratches across his signature. He rescrews the top of the pen on and places it on the table with the papers.
Otto dismisses the man with a simple wave of the hand and he bows one last time and departs without saying anything, taking his silver tray with him. He looks over the check one last time, ensuring good penmanship as he blows on the ink to dry it before leaning forward to hand it over across the table to Eva "Lets get started then. This is the beginning of you getting you refugee help you seem to care so much for."
Looking back to her he speaks softly, to keep in check with his surroundings "If I cared to impress you, I would take you to my bed. I had brought you here as a courtesy, and because I was not in the mood to be anywhere else today. Is it really such a problem for a woman like yourself to be in a Club like this? I..."
He trails his words short as the servant returns with a tray holding a myriad of items. Two drinks, his usual that Eva seems to have gotten quite used to. A newspaper folded neatly and unused sans the Tonberry editorials, the most recent ticker-report from the Market Board, and a curious unsealed red envelope. Otto eyes the contents of the tray as they are laid onto the table before himself and Eva. Pulling glasses from his coat pocket, he places them low on his nose to examine the envelope more closely with a confused and surprised looked. He looks up to the servant with an expectant expression as he holds up the envelop but he merely shakes his head in a 'I don't know' fashion.
With a lackadaisical raise of his brows he turns the envelope over to open it. He finds a simple card in it and reads the message. Its message is grave, even for him. He shows little as he slides the card back into the envelope, and tucks it into an inner-coat pocket as he leans forward. While forward he reaches into another coat pocket from the inside of his suit-jacket a cheque. Otto makes a point of using nearly ceremonial cheques, made from heavy card stock, embossed with gold dust and the lettering equally so. He looks to the servant making a mock writing gesture with his hand "Pen please."
The servants here are all very used to people like me coming and needing pens to sign various things, business dealings or otherwise, and they always carry fountain pens on their person now. He hands his over with a bow and silently holds it out by the tips of his fingers and Otto takes it with intent. He unscrews the cap and takes to signing and filling out the blank cheque. He signs it for two-million gil in all and endorses it with his signature, the ink soaking in deeps to the paper as he scratches across his signature. He rescrews the top of the pen on and places it on the table with the papers.
Otto dismisses the man with a simple wave of the hand and he bows one last time and departs without saying anything, taking his silver tray with him. He looks over the check one last time, ensuring good penmanship as he blows on the ink to dry it before leaning forward to hand it over across the table to Eva "Lets get started then. This is the beginning of you getting you refugee help you seem to care so much for."
