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He rolled his eyes and pulled back. "Fine... anything I can make you, then? Only, if I feed you too many pastried you'll get fat and then you'll be out of business." He leaned back, stealing a kiss, before he walked towards the kitchens. He paused for a moment at the intrance to the kitchens, looking back. "You comming?"

"Mmmm..." he smiled, entering the kitchen. I feel like making something chocolate... You gonna help out or just watch?" He looked at the cook book with a disgusted glance, throwing it carelessly aside, as if to say he didn't need such stupid things. He began to get out the ingridiants.

He rolled his eyes and placed the book neatly on the shelf with the other books before it fell over, causing a domino effect. He left it. It was't like he cared or anything. He walked over to Shinto and wrapped an arm around his waste, pulling him towards Lee's work space. "It'd be a lot more fun if you helped out."

He sighed and began preparing the cake, deftly chopping the unsweetened chocolate so fine it was almost powder. "Fine, leave me all alone. Go have fun by yourself and don't for a moment think of just how lonely you'll leave, working without anyone to talk to."

After the man left the room, Radevel coaxed his two men, who had stood quietly to the side, over to him. He whispered something inaudibly to them and they nodded. Without a word the men left, leaving only Talis and himself in the room. With Talis's actions, the white-haired man's narrowed eyes fell onto him, obviously not amused. A hand suddenly struck out to backhand the smaller boy across the face. "I told you to stay in the car," he scolded angrilly. "I was in the middle of trying to negotiate. Why must you always disobey me?" He released a sharp breath. "You're lucky I didn't let that b*****d have you free of cost."

Meanwhile.. Radevel's two bodyguards he sent followed the fat man at an unnoticable distance. Once outside, they waited until he got far enough away from the building to corner him near an alley. Both had fully loaded revolvers in hand and oddly calm expressions plastered on their faces. "Any last words?" they asked.

Iramu went through a sharp emotion but he stayed silent and kept drying the dishes, but with much more diligance and soon after they were done.

"You shouldn't have left the car in the first place. I don't see why I continue to take you with me," Radevel said. He could obviously tell of the boy's disappointment. He normally did good enough to hide it at least until he left, but this one seemed to have struck Talis hard. With the last comment, he reached out a hand to grab his boy by the upper arm, none too gently. "I intend to. Now let's go." He started forward, never once releasing Talis, nor giving him the time to tidy himself or his disheveled clothes up. No thought was given to who would see either of them like this, nor did Radevel really care right now. He wanted only to get out of this rival club very soon and into the comfort of the leather seats of his car.

Before the last word was finished, two guns shots fired simultaniously. The two men didn't actually care to hear the other's final words. Neither would any of the insults be carried out as he told them. News would be spread about this man's death in the morning paper with no trace as to who the killers were, as usual with their work. No evidence was ever left. Suspicion may have been held constant to them, but suspicion was never enough to bring someone in.