Of course. It was a trap of a much different kind. An irrefusable offer. Arguably the best one in his entire career, but still a trap. At least the cards he held in question were on the table. He could relax.

With composure and gentlemanly daintiness uncommon for someone of such particularly brutish appearance, Ibor moved food onto his plate with practiced elegance. Cesare was either a powerful man, or a man who could create the perfect elaborate illusion of power. A man who could provide useful information.

"I am pleased with this offer, there are so little opportunities for truly great trophies in Ohio. But the best prey in the world is all together here, along with a party of fellow hunters. Truly [i]exciting![/i]" His voice wavered madly across the syllables of 'exciting', and his eyes wandered, as if he was already examining the corpse of whatever unfortunate soul he considered prey.

He took a break to sample a small cut of his chicken.

"But any good hunter must know his quarry. I have seen many ignorant men slaughtered by the lions they hoped to kill themselves... So ever since I hear of Coalition, I watch news. Listen to radio. Read internet. But we both know media never tells full story. Especially not full story about people it loves... Not until they are dead..." Ibor paused for a moment, relishing the word in his mind just long enough to make any particularly sensitive individuals feel a tad uncomfortable.

"So I cut to chase, then. Is there anything you know about these 'heroes' that the reporters do not?"