"Yes, yes, speak up. Those entranced fools wouldn't realize it if Godzilla himself broke through this window and grabbed the prettiest gal here." D'Art pulls a clean glass from it's resting place and pours three fingers of a top shelf scotch. he holds it out to the man.
"Wages....now that is a good question, but hardly something one should discuss at a party. I'm thinking initial hire of 64 grand with options and full benefits, you know medical...dental.." His grin grows at his own stupid joke, "If this works out and our clientele grows to higher levels I'm thinking a top end much more generous. I'm talking real money and not a living wage. Company car comes along with the gig, business expense reimbursement. You have full management rites to daily business."
He takes a drink of his own, lifting the glass and observing the man standing before him over the rim of the glass, gauging his response.