[That makes him laugh, low and pleased. This man's mouth probably gets him in trouble more often than not, but Rufus decides that he likes it for now.]
Perfect. Then it's a deal.
[Under the table as this is, it's not like there are documents to sign or officiate. Leaving a paper trail would be foolish, so their contract is binding only by their own words. Not the most air-tight way to go about it, but when he's working to unseat his father from the Shinra throne, he doesn't have much of a choice.
But a businessman's a businessman, and Rufus is one through and through. The deal's always got to be sealed somehow. A simple handshake could do the trick, but he always thinks in more grandiose terms.
He slides the bottle of scotch in Alec's direction, paired with an empty glass that matches his own.]
Customary to seal it with some kind of celebration, so pour a glass. I promise it's not poisoned.
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Perfect. Then it's a deal.
[Under the table as this is, it's not like there are documents to sign or officiate. Leaving a paper trail would be foolish, so their contract is binding only by their own words. Not the most air-tight way to go about it, but when he's working to unseat his father from the Shinra throne, he doesn't have much of a choice.
But a businessman's a businessman, and Rufus is one through and through. The deal's always got to be sealed somehow. A simple handshake could do the trick, but he always thinks in more grandiose terms.
He slides the bottle of scotch in Alec's direction, paired with an empty glass that matches his own.]
Customary to seal it with some kind of celebration, so pour a glass. I promise it's not poisoned.