Ruprecht let his eyes roam over Avery, considering. Had it been anyone else one might have thought it was a sexual look. But this was Ruprecht. It was almost like he was deciding which piece of Avery to eat first.
"I trust your word is as good as your money," Ruprecht said, getting up from his chair and coming round the desk to stand close to Avery, invading his personal space. Glazed, dead looking eyes bore into Avery's gaze. "I'll tell you what you want to know - if, when I find I need a favor, you'll oblige. No questions asked."