"Well," And the sarcasm is evident in his tone, practically dripping from every letter. "That makes things so much better, now doesn't it?"

He regarded her rising desperation critically, gaze sweeping up her form like he meant to assess how genuine she was in this. There were a number of things he could ask from her, he knew, and he could ascertain for himself what her reactions would be to each and every one of them. Noel Vermillion was an inane, laughingly predictable person, which had both served to advance his plans and utterly bore him to death during the time that he'd known her.

"Fine then, since you're asking so nicely." Cue Hazama pressing a hand against his chin as he turned to stare out the window. It appeared like he were seriously considering this. "Hm... What do I want..? I have an ample enough salary, I don't trust your cooking, with that ass, and I'm certainly not hurting for any fresh-faced young recruits to take care of errands around here."

His slitted gaze drifted back over to her, and he smiled.

"How about something only you can give me? Since it's me putting my job on the line, surely you could do the same for me, right?"