Then Alex started in, and Decklan closed his eyes to hide the fact he rolled them as hard as he had. After a moment -- spent supressing the urge to offer a trade -- he shakes his head. "What he said, in as many words as possible because he's in love with the sound of his own voice, is that we can be an agreeable lot but we're running out of patience so state your terms."
Behind his back, a flick of his wrist draws his whip from the ethereal... just in case.