Ilya’s head went to the side, because even if he were not yet what would be considered mature for a were in any long stretch of the imagination, he could pick up when someone was lying too him. Pity really he had a no meet the clients first thing going on, or he may well have picked up that Uri had no intention of coming through with the money he owed him. “No money?” Came out, which was obviously about all that had sparked his interest, he couldn’t careless about what went on with children, they weren’t anything to do with him, he’d watched his own off spring be torn to pieces by their mother, as a child he’d never known what a family life was, apart from one short time with his sister, so there was a complete lack of interest. Also Ilya himself sold girls on the human slave trade.
Ilya had taken up the role of hitman as it paid more money that most of the other things he got up to, and he was currently paying for his sister to get through university which was by no means with the reach of normal people. They only lived in a run down, single roomed apartment, but still it was a lot better than a lot of others had. Money truly was the on thing that Ilya wanted or cared to want at the moment. It would not really change very much as the years wore on either.
A brief smile worked its way over his lips, followed by a slight laugh, “nothing personal, but of course if you tell me just why you seem to know I will not get paid, I don’t see why either of us need to die this day.” She’d found the golden arrow, the way to get out of this without having to deal with another person wanting her dead, well actually Ilya didn’t care. The reason for killing, was to get money, he didn’t care who it was, why it was, he just wanted money and did anything, literally, to get it. Just that killing was assured more, and when that surety became less than such, why waste time with slaughter, when the reason for doing such was no longer an option?
Ilya didn’t attempt to go after her, he could see easily what she was up too, “just talk, I won’t get any closer and your scent gives that you are injured away.” It did, and it was part of being part animal that helped switch off any kind of emotional response anyway, plus the animal he shared his existence with, may look huge and cuddly and cute, but was one of the most vicious living predators of the age. “And I think you know better, no names in this business.” Which again was something that Ilya was quite comfortable with doing, no names meant he could just avoid the fact that it was him doing the things he did, push them back in his head and have imaginary people doing it all.