[Edward leaned back in his chair, his fingers tented and his sharp eyes on Katurian's face. He made no reference to the waiter bringing him his wine, and took care to say nothing until that intrusive presence was out of his domain.]

You're offering your services, to my whim? What a rather aggressive tactic, Katurian. It's not like you.

[Edward took his wine, having a sip. His eyes remained on Katurian.]

For how long could I depend on your servitude? What more are you asking for?