Sael had a feeling that Jules was a bit confused. It was a hunch, a feeling of sorts, but he could tell that the way that he was acting and talking in front of the murderer of his father was not the way that he would have thought. He nodded. "I see, you are . . . well, not as bad as I first thought," He said. "After all, we must all do something for a living, and while it may not be the best and honest job to do, you get your fair share of money and travel, which tends to be a good mixture." Saeilith shrugged. "I guess you could also get a fair share of women." Oddly, and a bit to his own disgust, he was starting to like this man, a man with ambition, something that he himself had, and so admired.
There it was . . . the devious grin. "Everything has a price." It was so obvious that Orsini would have said those words, that Sael had to restrain himself from laughing. "Yes, yes everything does have a price, though some more costly then others." He did laugh now. "You know, Mr. Jules, you aren't that bad, considering you were the one carrying out the order to kill my father." He looked around, at the grave of his father, he was no longer afraid of this man, no longer angry, or saddened. Sael was only curious, and a bit bored. But that was normal. "So, considering I did kill all of you people, how about I take their place, since I WAS the one to kill them, if you lead me to the one who gave the order to kill my father." It was a strange deal. But not a bad one, well depending on who and how you looked at it.