"You're Fiend Hunter Zefield, I presume?"
"That I am. Though I would prefer you just use my name. I didn't choose that epithet." Zefield said, scratching his cheek with a hint of embarrassment on his face.
Had a girl made that gesture, it certainly would have been cute. But, when a bunny eared man with a chiseled face and bulging muscles did, Avery felt that it came off kind of creepy.
'Is he doing that on purpose, or is it just reflexive?'
After their first conversation, the impression of the stoic powerful Zefield was already starting to wane in Avery's mind. From what he could tell, the man was just a bit awkward in social situations. Perhaps he did not go out of his way to avoid the media for any serious reason. Maybe he was just a bit shy.
Still, Zefield was a top-ranking mercenary. While he might not have been the most socially adept individual, he knew how to conduct business deals well enough.
"I want to hire your company to assist me with a job. Are you interested?"
