Owner	Pose
Sinister	When one lives for a long time, there are multiple ways to get around the 'life leases' on property, associated with the quasi-rental of the land that they sit on. Today is one of those days, when a term has come to its end and a renewal of contract is necessary. But, as one might expect, people have a tendancy to throw a puzzled eye at the same man owning the same thing for two hundred years. Nevertheless, when your name is Nathaniel Essex, there are ways around such issues. Perhaps it's a fun little spot-the-difference game to play, to compare and contrast the man that is walking out of the office with a fresh smart-sheet of legalese in his grasp, with the one that most frequently is a conniseur of the Lux life, but there are many little tweaks. Beauty spots, a slightly broader bridge of nose, wavy dark brown hair, as opposed to the dead straight black. Fresher, Sinister two - point - oh, but insightful minds might know the truth. Balanced on the end of his nose are a pair of steel rim spectacles, through which he is peering, his attire speaks of money, but 'nouveau' as opposed to old and with a more modern twist. "Legalese, I swear, is a language all on its own. After all, you do have to train for years to master it..." he murmurs, flicking a finger up the page to scan yet more clauses.
Lucifer	"I would agree to such things, but even as it's own language it's one of the easier ones to learn if you take the time to learn it." Lucifer offers, leaning against a pillar or sommat just outside the building. He's doing that thing no one is supposed to do, which is smoking a cigarette, and admiring the man who just walked out with newly gained papers to prove he still owns certain properties in the area. "I like the look. Nose is a little garish, if you ask me, but the hair suits you. As does the glasses. You're like the male version of a sexy librarian..." This offered as he takes a final drag off his cigarette and straightens himself up some. "All done?"
Sinister	There is a chuckle from the youth with old eyes. He glances half over and half through the spectacles, allowing the quirk of lips that brings with it a dimple, proffering the fische t'wixt two digits as if t'were a very different kind of contract. "I imagine your inner script writer is having a field day with rubber stamps and cataloguing skills. I like to consider myself an /action/ librarian though," eyeing the cigarette for a moment, he actually refrains from his own and provided the fische was taken, tucks his thumbs into his jeans pockets, jacket flared back like wings by the motion. "I think so. You'd have to stick a poker in me though, to be sure."
Lucifer	"Something to that affect. Walking the stacks putting books back where they belong. Tucking into that back corner where the wicked work the shadows." Lucifer offers with a shrug and then takes the offered fische and looks it over as if he has to double check the work that was put into it. "The only action you'd likely get as a librarian is said shadows being me trying to put the moves on you..." He grins at that and then motions as if to ask if they're walking now. "Any other items on your agenda this afternoon?"
Sinister	"Accosted by the complete works of Poe and Lord Byron, what happens in the shadows ..." he clucks his tongue, glances up at the sky, then at his watch. "I have another of these signings at four, they all came due at the same time, but otherwise?" Sinister shakes his head. "I went with Jake this time, for a name. I'm my own great nephew." At length he /does/ light up and even the mannerism there is distinctly different than his usual. He smokes with a keen need to have finished it in record time, sucking on the cancer stick hard enough to hollow out his cheeks.
Lucifer	"Isn't there a way to just...buy something that will last for..." Lucifer motions as if to imply 'a fucking long time'. "Makes me wonder if I should check on the terms of Lux..." Then he shrugs his shoulders, and figures it's likely in some paperwork or other that one of his lackeys, or his attorney, actually takes care of for him. Could he be his own attorney? Likely. But that's bad for business ends if one tries to represent themselves singularly everywhere. "So we have until four....which also makes me wonder why they couldn't just do it all at once... or is it because you'll have to don a new face then too?" Asking this, watching Sinister a moment before he just smiles. "I love you."
Sinister	"I think it's part of sovereign laws, or something. The property itself belongs to you, until you sell it. But the land it's on, usually has a one hundred and one, or a ninety nine year lease, before it has to be signed once again. It accounts for why sometimes, the state can expropriate property, if it's purpose benefits the state as a whole. Don't quote me on that though." With a wave of his hand, as if to imply that that too is why -he- has lawyers. As to the rest, he grimaces. "No new face, but the offices deal with different districts, so unfortunately not. At least not if I want to maintain mild mannered and accomodating for this particular costume." The declaration softens the otherwise 'immediate' persona of Jake however, bringing a more casual, gentled flick of ash to the gutter. "And I you," and for some reason, he pauses, glances to Lucifer's profile, then with a tilt of his head hip-checks. "Anthropomorphic personification of an ideal and individual both. The whole package."
Lucifer	Lucifer listens and then shrugs. "Suppose in some ways that makes sense." He offers this with a nod and then rolls his eyes. "Legislation is stupid and designed to be annoying...what time is it now?" As if he's contemplating just what all they could do before the bell tolls and 'Jake' is needed back here for more signatures. At the return of love given, he smiles something soft and gentle before giving a slight chuckle at that last comment. "Yes, but the ideals I represent are deliciously fun, no?"
Sinister	"On the surface," Sinister replies, after a moment of undue consideration for what ought to have been a quip. It seemed to warrant seriousness though, in his perspective. "Go beneath that old Scratch though and it's incredibly intricate. I suppose that's why they've written songs about it, eh?" The look was thoroughly caught though. "We've got an hour, give or take." Pause. "And there are rooftops."
Lucifer	"I suppose that's long enough to get one riled up enough to enjoy an encore later..." Lucifer quips with a grin before looking up and around. "Provided a stray helicopter doesn't fly over head, but there's ways around that too..." So many ways to get to the rooftops, too. That's likely where they'll head if Sinister is up to the idea of it.