[He sets the glass down with a clink, and leans in closer to match her. From this distance she'd probably notice the crinkles around his eyes or the flecks of silver in his brows. Not something he's ever worried about.]

I look forward to you proving it.

[And there's a challenge there. His favorite sort.

Ah, but business first. He sat back up, shrugging ever so slightly. He hadn't practiced a pitch for her. Honestly, being as he thought he wouldn't ever talk to her again, it hadn't occurred to him she might want in. But now, sitting in front of her, hell. It seemed exactly like her kind of gig.]

Now I don't want you to think I agreed to this little soiree just to do business, but it'd be damn irresponsible of me not to mention it. Whatever you think about this proposition I expect we'll still be good friends.

[Sully says good friends the way some people say 'depraved hedonists'.]

That place I was telling you about, the next step? Not a house. Or at least, it won't be. What it will be is a bar, with a few card tables. Possibly some illegal fighting, we'll see how that goes. Which hell, good enough fun on it's own, but the real beauty of it, of course, is I don't gotta buy anything. That transporter, they just let anyone use it to get whatever they want. Hell, you know. So I'm thinking I use it, jump through time, pick up the best of the best from all around the world and bring it back here.