King checked his cuffs - he hated photographs. Deeply hated them. A moment to recover from his strained polite-company smile and he went for a more genuine smile, nodding to the other man. "Been alright, been quite alright. Just released a new drug into human testing, so...a bit stressful. And you?" He drew his Blackberry out, turned it to vibrate without a second thought.
"My men should probably speak to your men." He hummed, not pacing, but standing for a long moment. He himself was just as prepared - no bodyguards in the actual room with them, but he had his own man outside, close by, and...a few other things. But Moretti had been as friendly as men like them got, and he didn't foresee any assassination attempts - hopefully he was right.