"I don’t trust him one bit. Rumour has it he came into money by burning down the houses of his benefactors." Doctor von Trottimus nervously runs a hand through his whiskers, looking at the man beside him. "We can find another way, Ross."
"I don’t care if he stole the money from his own grandmother or dug up a grave. We need the money for HatCorp." Ross turns towards the tall green man in the doorway, offering him his hand. "We have a deal, Mr. Smith."
Mr. Smith flashes a grin at Ross that has way too many teeth for Trott’s liking. “Oh, I am looking forward to working with you. I am an … ardent… supporter of new entrepreneurs.”
I accidentally did a Victorian!AU.