"Zarek, you're here. I've been looking forward to your visit," Marx smiled, ushering Zarek in and letting him take a seat. "I was planning on sending someone to ask you when you were free, but I'm glad that you chose to come on your own. I honestly think that our collaboration could be helpful to the both of us."
Zarek smiled. "There's no need to be so rough around the edges, old man. I still prefer when things are more casual. I'm not going to randomly start killing people."
Marx chuckled and shook his head.
"I know too little about what you did last night, but the things that I am aware of require a bit of self-awareness on my part, don't you think? I don't know how you grew so powerful, and I don't know how the likes of Van Hollen did either, but what I do know is that there are depths to this world that I don't understand. I'm honestly hoping that we can open a dialogue about this, I just don't know what I can offer you."
