With a subtle lick of his lips Slater leant back again. He was highly suspicious of this man, yet highly eager to accept his proposal. He was torn between his clients and a welcome addition to his stash of money. He made a lot. Probably a hundred a year. But to have that doubled almost instantly was certainly appealing.
"And what do you wanna know my clients for?" he asked measuredly. "Forgive me for not snatching your hand off, but is this so you can steal my associates and as a result I end up tryin' to steal Harry's from that list o' yours?"