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Finn answered the door almost immediately, as though he'd already been standing there with his hand on the door handle. As though he could sense that a Tim Horton's cup was coming and it had his name written all over it. As though he could smell it's sweet caffeinated scent as it came nearer to his room. He was there, and he was ready and waiting for his delicious cup of Canadian brew.

Though really he had just been about to go out and hit the library, deciding that maybe doing a bit of reading about horsemen and Halloween in general might not be a bad idea considering his friends kept getting their a** kicked in the haunted house. Maybe a little intel would provide some insight and give them a better idea of what to do about it. The fact that there was a pretty woman on the other side of his door offering him a coffee was just the bonus of the day.

"Hello there, chéri." See, he totally knew some french. "What a pleasant surprise this is." He reached out to quickly snatch the cup of coffee away. He really wasn't even a big coffee drinker, but after that morning in Tim Horton's and all of the coffee consumed, he'd actually been craving the damned stuff ever since.

"Now. What do you want?" His smile, as always, did nothing to warm the cold expressionless look in his eye.

"Uh ya. Voulez-vous coucher avec moi or some s**t. Sure." He took the lid off of the cup of coffee and raised it to his lips for a taste. Warm, nowhere near hot, but it would do. He basically chugged it, because it was easier to roll the rim up if the contents were gone.

"Never a bother, sweet cheeks. What can I do for you?" He smirked, not even looking at her as he worked on getting the cups rim rolled up to reveal whether or not he'd actually won anything.

He was only really half listening to her, but one thing did catch his attention, and that was the offer of money ( though he had pretty much completely ignored the croissant). Lifting his gaze, he raised an eyebrow at the clipboard.

"Let me guess, and then you'll report your findings back to your psycho leader and he'll decide whether it not he should have killed me instead of just maiming?" He was hesitant to agree, even with her offering up cash and coffee for his compliance.

"$100.00 and you've got yourself a deal, princess."

Because he was such a good friend.

He really hadn't expected her to take anything he said in a language he barely understood seriously. Her reply had him looking up, eyebrows raising, wondering if that was an actual, genuine response to his mostly joking offer or if she was playing games with him. Eh, whatever, she could play games with him if she wanted. A smirk was already threatening to spread across his face at the thought when she spoke up again.

"So what, exactly, do you need to gather info on that your own leader would not have any interest in." He asked, deciding for now to just ignore his own deviant thoughts in order to focus on what she was really here for.

And then he eyed her carefully, his smirk reappearing easily as he reached up with a free hand to scratch at his chin. "Well I guess then that all depends on what else you are willing to offer me, darling." She definitely had his attention now.