Pyotr raised an eyebrow at the limp and walked over to where Lex had decided to rest his leg...a table hand carved and probably older than Lex was considering he'd managed to acquire it from the Romanov household. The very least the man could do was put his foot under a coaster. "We both are knowing that you are to be having plenty of time for one such as myself, and I am the chatty employer." Judging from that limp someone had been attacked with silver recently. Pyotr chuckled, "They are not having the earth elementals in this town?"
Heading over to his desk, he pulled out a small manila envelope and brought it over to the reclining limey. "I am settling into this little piss pocket because the America is massive cash cow. Everyone here is wanting my business, is truly land of opportunity. I am picking this town because two of my favorite assassins are decided to live here as well, and the fact that is so close to border...is very good location." Pointing to folder he said, "Little FBI agent poking in my business, I want him dead and example made of." His smile spread from ear to tiny ear, "He is having family...you should be having the fun with them."
Heading back to his desk he waved his hand dismissively as he said over his shoulder, "Other assassin on job as well, try not to being tripping over each other. Which one of you gets the killing, gets the money. Other one to be getting small consolation prize."