[Seemingly satisfied with Saul's continual eating, Ramsay listens as he finishes the basic rundown of his position back home. He must be rather renowned if he can just charge ahead for several of his 'clients.' In that case, he must be rather decent with giving good advice.]
Well, Goodman, what's the best advice that you can give me right now? [He gestures to the ship around them, as if emphasizing what he wants Saul to talk about. Living in hell, adapting to shit, that sort of thing.
Oh, right, he has to pay him, but Ramsay isn't going to bring that up unless Saul does first. Instead, he gives him that one expectant look, like he believes that the lawyer will do whatever he wants anyway. He can always pull out a knife and do this in a different way, but ah, maybe he should wait a little longer before resorting to that.]
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Well, Goodman, what's the best advice that you can give me right now? [He gestures to the ship around them, as if emphasizing what he wants Saul to talk about. Living in hell, adapting to shit, that sort of thing.
Oh, right, he has to pay him, but Ramsay isn't going to bring that up unless Saul does first. Instead, he gives him that one expectant look, like he believes that the lawyer will do whatever he wants anyway. He can always pull out a knife and do this in a different way, but ah, maybe he should wait a little longer before resorting to that.]