The leather of his suit made some sounds when he raised his hand to rake his fingers through his hair, brushing some of the strands that loved to fall into his face away. "I guess it is a blessing in disguise, your stubbornness and curiousity. On the other hand, the latter was also the cause for your to come to this meeting." It made him smirk. "Elena, you need to be more careful now. The more you know, the more people you get in touch with, the less likely is the chance of you returning to a normal living. Think of your child. Bassam knows about it now. That is bad."
He stood up from the chair. It wasn't comfortable at all. Hell, Elena, where is all the money I paid you, he thought with a smirk. Kneeling down infront of her, he grabbed her hands with his gloved ones, stroking her palms. "If you actually value my help and think you owe me one, then just make sure I don't regret having helped you, okay?" he said quietly, looking into her eyes with a tender smile. "Be more careful from now on. Never go alone to meetings like this. Make sure you know who you can trust, and never trust anyone too much. Not even me. I'm the best example. Always keep in mind that it is not the faction that is good or bad, but the individuals who cross the lines." His thumbs stopped caressing her palm. Instead he folded his hands with hers, as much as it was possible with his gloves. "When you're leaving the freeport, don't take this ship directly home. We don't know whether they put signal trackers somewhere at our ships. Ask one of your friends to bring you a ship to some other place, go there, switch to your other ship and in the meantime make sure someone checks your sunburst. I'll do the same with my Roc."
