[The Tens floor should, by all rights, be a comfortable — even luxurious — place to live. The suites are big, consisting of multiple rooms, and full of sufficient amenities for any average person to feel supremely taken care-of. Which in turn means that for Rufus, it's a couple notches below what he's accustomed to, but...well, it'll do. For a while, anyway, while he bides his time.
The knocks comes just as his guest said it would; even so, he's cautious to check for a visual before opening the door to permit entrance. He's dressed down a little from what he usually walks around the resort in, having foregone his suit and coat for a dark high-neck sweater and crisp white trousers, and a pair of comfortable house slippers instead of his typical boots.]
You're punctual.
[And agitated, clearly. He beckons Wriothesley inside and closes the door behind him, careful to keep his expression even and not try to catch a breath of him as he steps past, just in case he happens to be wearing that ocean-scented cologne.]
And willing to pay to get something out of me, so let's have it.
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The knocks comes just as his guest said it would; even so, he's cautious to check for a visual before opening the door to permit entrance. He's dressed down a little from what he usually walks around the resort in, having foregone his suit and coat for a dark high-neck sweater and crisp white trousers, and a pair of comfortable house slippers instead of his typical boots.]
You're punctual.
[And agitated, clearly. He beckons Wriothesley inside and closes the door behind him, careful to keep his expression even and not try to catch a breath of him as he steps past, just in case he happens to be wearing that ocean-scented cologne.]
And willing to pay to get something out of me, so let's have it.