"Afraid?" Seth peered at the diamonds, clinking on the bottom of the glass, "No. Just aware that I might."
Sensing the other's discomfort, Seth pulled himself up to a more upright position and placed the glass down on the glass table, just above the disfigured face of Seth Moon on the cover of the magazine. It was no use to Seth for Davies to be nervous, what he needed was something that resembled trust from the former Quidditch player, just long enough for Seth to get him to agree. "Are you hungry? I'm a little hungry," Seth continued before the other could answer, "Excuse me, be a dear and bring us the Atlantic Queen? Extra shrimp." He finished with a wink.
"What you get, that is, if you do well, is attention," Seth smiled, showing off fangs, "It's only the Sand Series, a small race, but the big guys will be watching because this is how they discover new talents. FDX will definitely be there, because that is who you're going to be racing against- an FDX hopeful. Can't remember the guy's name right off the bat," Seth paused, "But hey, why don't you make that your name?"