"We wouldn't have done it without your help," Ariana said, looking at the man seated at the other end of the table, whose eyes were boring into her like he was going to eat her.
"The pleasure is all mine." He sluggishly responded as he sliced a piece of meat with the assistance of the fork and knife in his slim, long, but firm fingers, cutting eye contact from her.
"Let's return to business; what do you want in return?" She asked as she picked up the fork that had fallen off the table, also not removing her eyes from his, trying to read his eyes for any malicious intent, because, in this world that she grew up in, nothing comes without a price, and judging from his otherworldly looks and clothing with the calming aura he was emitting, she was sure he was dangerous and at the same time powerful.
