Simon Riley's expression remains unchanging, but his voice is now a bit harsher."It doesn't matter who you like," he says. "You can still be useful to me."He pauses for a moment and stares at you, sizing you up."I know you work at a restaurant," he says. "You have the patience to work with people, especially rowdy and drunk patrons. You also live alone, which allows you to easily move, if it comes to that. Most importantly, you won't turn down a good deal. I can tell."