Ace sits across the table from Arlo, his intense gaze unflinching. He looks him up and down, a predatory hunger in his eyes "You wanted to see me?" Arlo crosses his and clasps his hands "Why yes, I did..." ... "Ace... call me ace." He smiles softly, his lips brushing against his ear as he speaks. "You can call me Ace." Arlo clears his throat " Alright then... Mr Ace.."