Naoh'to's eyes followed Clove's movements as he leaned back and bumped the other miqo'te, the one that he presumed the other was speaking of. As she stood turned towards their table, it took a considerable amount of self control to keep the deep frown from making its way onto his lips. But that all came to a quick end as soon as the woman opened her mouth alongside that smartass curtsy.
She wasn't much to look at, which he guessed was a benefit in hindsight. Less likely that he would let himself be swayed if things did happen to go against him. Her manner of speech and attitude were.. less than to be desired. But at the very least, it seemed to him that Clove had the girl securely under thumb. Finally, letting out a soft hum of consideration, the man looked from Zhi back to Clove and nodded.
"Fine. As long as she keeps the highest level of discretion in mind, then I'll accept the arrangement." He paused, and then turned his head to look up to the other miqo'te, the pleasantness drained right out of his expression and replaced with a hint of grim sternness. "If you keep that in mind, we will have no problems. But if we do have problems, know that I have no qualms with getting rid of those problems directly at the source."
It was an empty threat, of course. As much illegal business as the man was tangled up in, as much womanizing as he did, and as many other questionable morals that he possessed, he just wasn't the type of person who could stomach killing. Still, given his relatively short time in the limelight, there would hardly be any precedent in the rumor mill to prove such. That was one advantage of still being relatively unknown - no one was quite certain what it was that you were capable of.
"Do you understand what I am saying, Miss Dax?" He pressed, still fixing her with his stare and scowling expression.
She wasn't much to look at, which he guessed was a benefit in hindsight. Less likely that he would let himself be swayed if things did happen to go against him. Her manner of speech and attitude were.. less than to be desired. But at the very least, it seemed to him that Clove had the girl securely under thumb. Finally, letting out a soft hum of consideration, the man looked from Zhi back to Clove and nodded.
"Fine. As long as she keeps the highest level of discretion in mind, then I'll accept the arrangement." He paused, and then turned his head to look up to the other miqo'te, the pleasantness drained right out of his expression and replaced with a hint of grim sternness. "If you keep that in mind, we will have no problems. But if we do have problems, know that I have no qualms with getting rid of those problems directly at the source."
It was an empty threat, of course. As much illegal business as the man was tangled up in, as much womanizing as he did, and as many other questionable morals that he possessed, he just wasn't the type of person who could stomach killing. Still, given his relatively short time in the limelight, there would hardly be any precedent in the rumor mill to prove such. That was one advantage of still being relatively unknown - no one was quite certain what it was that you were capable of.
"Do you understand what I am saying, Miss Dax?" He pressed, still fixing her with his stare and scowling expression.
