In a general sense the way to get me most interested in something is to tell me its none of my business. There is something inside me that says anytime someone tells me not to be bothered by something, I'm bothered by it. Its weird, if you ask for my help I drag my feet and kick and scream, tell me to piss off and I'm on you like stink on crap. Thankfully most people don't realize this approach works on me, so they don't use it. I had chased down Shobogon shortly outside of my office, it wasn't very hard he didn't move very fast, but still his odd ducking and darting spoke to some kind of social ailment I had not seen before.
"Mr. Lorentino I'm a buys man please do not hold me up."
"You didn't give me a chance to authenticate your little vase thingy." He had the vase wrapped in his arms and the lip of the mouth directly under his chin.
"You can't do it, I was told wrong."
"I just asked what you wanted authenticated, I can tell you where it probably came from, what its trying to emulate, and where it fails." He smiled and dropped the vase, it shattered on the sidewalk like the garbage fake it was.
"Mr. Lorentino!" His shout was a lot more exhuberant and happy, I was pleased my quick analysis of his fake piece could lighten him up.
"So you want me to check the real thing or was that an ill advised purchase."
"Well spotting a fake is easy, we'll see if how you handle the real thing, but yes yes come with me check out what I need checked out, running out of time, buyer is powerful and I need you to placate."
"Show the way." And so I went with Shobogon to his shop, and sadly for him this was the beginning of the end. I swear when people meet me their death is pretty much guaranteed, except for Hanlon, Valrym, and Morley, then again I'm sure given enough time I'll kill all of them one way or another!
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