[ He had figured one of two things - this guy is a real piece of shit and actually expected to get away with that kind of offer, or it was a trial. He's seen songs and dances like this before, had to learn about human psychological trickery the hard way on more than one occasion. In some ways things were a lot simpler, back in the day. He went where he wanted, ate what (or who) he wanted, and no one was stupid enough to try and stop him. This whole process of obtaining work? Getting a job? Once upon a time, it was beneath him.

Sometimes once upon a time needs to stay in the past.

His expression loses its edge once he confirms that things are going smoothly, hands resting on his hips as his shoulders let out a bit of their tension. ]

You're not going to have that problem with me.

[ As if he could lay with someone who wasn't...

Well.

That's a whole can of worms he's better off not even thinking about. ]

I've always done my job, whether people liked it or not, regardless of who those people were.