Now that struck a nerve. So Lisa was running her tongue, and to men like this. For all her moral bullshit it was obvious some part of her wanted him dead. He nearly smiled through the tightly controlled rage. That a girl.

Yet still inviting the undesirables if that comment was any indication. The deep rooted rage covered his unease fairly well.

"I try to be flexible." he answered, sticking to his footing as he quickly surveyed the room before his eyes landed on the man before him. "To what do I owe this visit?" he asked, eyes narrowing. "You always struck me as a busy man."