Demetri looked up, worrying about the time. Seeing the other man didn't make it any better. He didn't have any desire to see him for any extended amount of time. He sneered at the reference to Nell, gripping his glass. "Leave him, the Theatre, leave them out of this. I've gotten you what you demanded."
Glancing around a bit as he reached into his inner pocket, taking out a medium sized envelope listing a dozen or so of the high gamblers at his usual poker games, plus shipping schedules for 2 small merchant ships. He held it for a moment and then pushed it across the table swiftly. "I have it. And now you do. And now we're done."