Good↓Greed

What a total waste of time. That's what this was. So it was time to exit stage right and in a hurry. Time was the one resource no one should squander.

"Spare me the generic drama quote #1003 of a mere mortal being unable to understand anything. If you want to refuse my offer, just say so."

Adam, at that point, knew that this whole conversation was going nowhere fast and he wasn't one to waste time/resources on a dead lead. So, he'd just chalk up to a matter of not properly scoping out his leads this time. The male had time to speak, but it's clear his words were being wasted on the male before him.

Friends offered their resources to one another if they shared a common vision. And, in essence, he was offering him his hand because that is the way Adam assisted those he had a vested interest in. If he could not accept his hand or try to see him, Adam was not going to throw away more of his precious energy/time to someone who does not want to make the effort to make things work.

So, he stood up, walked out, bowed and gave the man the silence he desired since he clearly was not welcomed here.

"Next time, if you don't negotiate with terrorist, just say no, cease the conversation from the beginning and I'll leave of my own accord."

If this male had all the pieces he needed, then why bother wasting both of their time? People like that were irritating, to say the least. So, he walked straight out that door, motioned on and continued on his merry way if not stopped. There were billions upon billions of people that lived in this world of theirs, more help could always be found and there was definitely not a shortage of potential or opportunity in this globe. So it was less of the fact that Adam had everything under the world figured out, but more of the fact he didn't care about his lack of absolute knowledge and kept his determination up to get what he wants one way or another.

If you aren't really to endure failures, believe in your vision and make it happen -- then you are just a waste of space and oxygen in the mind of Adam. And the male's confidence could speak volumes as he was already on the prowl to move on to someone else who was more willing to work out a partnership than this stubborn old fossil.

Coding By: [THEFROST]

"It's got nothing to do with your mortality. You aren't able to put yourself in my shoes. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

He turned away from his couch, hands resting in his lap, eyes suddenly devoid of...anything. He watched the child stand, snapped his finger, and as quickly as it took for the hollow to rise to his own feet, a garganta had appeared beneath his own feet. He reappeared in front of the doorway, his stance relaxed, delighted. This time, his voice was pleased, downright playful, but the eyes were still cold, distant. They were eyes that were already somewhere far far away.

"You never so much as asked for my name. Not exactly what I'd call friendly behavior, eh? You came across more as an undercover cop, and not a very good one, than a terrorist. This entire conversation was a train wreck, and you've no one to blame for it but yourself. You said you were willing to support anyone who wanted to see this world get more interesting. I invite you, Adam, to keep your eyes as firmly locked on Vegas as I plan to keep mine locked on you. Because soon we're all going to be living in interesting times."

He inhaled, ever so slightly, and began to chuckle, deep in his throat. He still stood in the child's way, those doll-like eyes and the way he all but splayed himself across the doorway making it hard to think he was going to just let the child walk past without some sort of consequence.

"I'll say it, just because I think you may have forgotten in this big old shit-storm. You approached me. From my perspective, I'm Simon, and you were the one dancing on my stage. Or did you forget, in your hunger? Poor thing. I've tasked you so mightily. I'll be watching you closely, little human. I'm certain that there will come a day we can see eye to eye. I'm hopeful, in fact."

He gestured towards the exit, one brow quirked ever so slightly.

"Maybe, next time, don't open by calling someone a freak and offering murder as a bargaining tool? Just a teensy bit insensitive. But I'm sure I'll be in a better state of mind after I see whatever spectacular little show you've got prepared for little old me."