“I asked for advice, it doesn’t mean I trust you.”

Tallis considered for a moment and then shrugged, making an expression that seemed to say ‘fair enough’ before she sipped her wine. Tallis had no particular objective for this conversation. She followed it where it led, enjoying the feeling of Cezar’s thumb against her skin.

As Ikisina continued to speak, Tallis’s brow furrowed. It was true, Iksina was up a shit creek without a paddle in some regard. She was a little frustrated that the woman wasn’t putting proposals forward of her own. No matter. Tallis would take charge (as she often preferred to).

“Elliot Moore has been operating an illegal fight club for some time,” Tallis offered, sipping her wine, “I imagine it would be quite damaging to his reputation and credibility if people were to find out."

Cezar was not at all willing to put himself or Tallis in any kind of risk by associating with any sort of revenge plot. The girl seemed to have no specific ideas of her own, no wonder she felt she had to try to find someone to help. What Tallis said was plenty helpful as a starting place for the collared girl.

"I'm sure you can figure out something to do with that kind of information but I'm afraid that's all we'll be able to help you with. We do wish you luck, though," Cezar replied with a mixed tone of encouragement but also a clear sign that this conversation was over. He would not encourage any further advice or involvement from Cezar and Tallis Morand.