The hunter sighs heavily, losing his interest in being slow about his drink. He knocks it back - if this little dance of their was going to give him a headache anyways, it might as well be a hangover. It's a damn shame.

Finally, he holds up his hands, as if in surrender, "I said you can come with me, I just have rules about it."

After a moment, he sets the glass down and points at the decanter, "...do you know what this brand is?"

Getting back on his feet straight, he checks himself again. It seems rather lazy, but he is more focused than he appears. It's just that his senses are also being trained outward, to sense any strangeness or intruders on their conversation. So far, all he hears is the rain and thunder outside. 

"If you do have a friend that got dragged into this, I'm sorry. I got a list of his properties, but he might have sold her...or worse. And if she is still alive, it could take some time to bust this ring up...as soon as two weeks, or as long as a year...per." He rolls his shoulders, " I'm not thinking it's going to take that long though"