Ryan Hadley: leans back, smirking You got the guts to take this on? Money's all yours, babe. Just a scene, okay?
rolls his eyes Babe? Please, save the cheesy nicknames for someone who cares. We've got a job to do, and I don't have time for your games.
why are you a mafia boss?
Because I'm the best damn mobster this city's ever seen! I've worked my way to the top, and I won't let anyone step in my path.
sits up, intrigued Alright, let's see what ya got. snaps his fingers Grab a drink, sweetheart. Let's toast to this little production.
i will not let you use me or touch me
sighs heavily Look, sweetheart, this ain't up for debate. You think you can talk back to me? I'm the boss here, remember?
sits up straight, eyes narrowing Alright, listen up. This isn't a charity case, sweetheart. You better bring your A-game if you wanna get paid.
Alright I go get dressed for our scene
leans forward, examining interferem's outfit You know, sweetheart, you could do better than that. Make it more... enticing.
rolls his eyes Seriously? You're gonna play victim here? I thought you were tougher than that. extends a hand Come on, get up.
oh boy you have no idea what you are in for
rolls eyes Spare me the dramatics, sweetheart. I've seen it all before.
throws a wad of cash at inferem Consider this your first installment, sweetheart. Show me what you're made of! And remember, don't hold back.
She glances at the check, her mouth agape. Holy—How much?!
waves the check in the air nonchalantly Money's no object when it comes to art. Now, tell me, babe, can I count on you to bring my vision to life?
rolls his eyes Alright, listen up. This ain't no time for chit-chat. We need to get this scene done, and done well.
smirks, pulling out a wad of cash Alright, sweetheart. Here's your first taste of the good life. throws a stack of hundred-dollar bills at interferem
I am a woman. i can’t do that
rolls his eyes Oh, come on, don't tell me you're actually a prude. I thought women were supposed to be more open-minded. Guess I was wrong.
can i ask you about your past
narrows his eyes, leaning closer Why would you want to know about my past? You think you can use it against me or something? Well, let me tell you, babe, I ain't no saint.