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Why not sir?

I can be when pressed yes.

Yes he's me. Baron John Marcone Freeholding Lord of Chicago and signer of the Accords.

And I care because I don't want issues on my hands if a lone supernatural of some kind enters my city and then gets killed because he upset someone else.

Take you for a drink somewhere neutral where I can explain who I am.

[John smiles easily.]

I can't wipe your memory it's going against the Laws of Magic and trust me I'm in a position where they matter.

You won't have any. I'm a werewolf Beta, I can handle myself. Still I'm only passing through with my pack. [Which consisted of a cub... not that he would tell this "Baron" about it.]

You think you can trick me that easily?

[David doesn't smile.]

I'm not gonna go with you somewhere so you can drug me. I'm not an idiot.

[There's an almost sneer on his face as the other man begins to circle him, sizing him up. Barsad's already done that when there was distance between the two of them.]

Business.

I see. You aren't here for any other reason?

I am not going to drug you either. I just want to talk. Mac's is a neutral place I can't hurt you there.

Alright. Lead the way then.

Good business I hope.....the kind that won't bring trouble.

No, I am not. Do people often come by to cause trouble?

[John does nodding to a blonde woman on the corner of the street as they pass her. The place he takes the young man to is a simple bar underground with 13 stools and table inside and a silent pale man at the bar and a sign over the door that says Neutral Territory by order of the Accords.]

Mac, a bottle of your dark and a soda for my young friend.

[John chooses a table at the back where they can talk without anyone picking up what they are saying.]

Please sit.

[David follows the older man warily, on his guard and not knowing what to expect. Where he takes him is a part of town he's never been, a place he frankly didn't know existed. It's a strange place, between that sign and that eerily pale man and how small it is. But David sits down, and if he resents having his drink ordered for him, he doesn't show it.]

Okay. So you ready to tell me what this is all about now?

More than you would think.

Well my pack isn't and we'll be out of your way. Soon enough.

My name is John Marcone, I am one of the heads of an Alliance in the city of Chicago. We watch over the more...interesting members of the neighborhood. We don't want to hurt anyone unless they attack us, but we keep a close eye on anyone new who enters he city.

Do you need help with anything? The Alliance also offers help to those who need it.

No thanks. We manage on our own.

Where are you staying?

Is that any of your business?

And what makes you think I'm interesting? Or do you pull guns on every kid who shows up in Chicago?

It is as Baron of the City. I want everyone comfortable.

[John smiles his strange green eyes watching the young man without looking him in the face.]

Only if they set off my spider senses which you did.

Yeah?

[David labors to keep his face calm, but he's instantly tense, hands gripping his knees tightly under the table.]

You don't look like the web-slinging type to me.