"It's all perspective, kid. To me you're utterly bizarre. You'd think someone would have taught you by now to remember other perspectives. They can be useful." As for Treadwell, he only continued to smile, turning the book he held just a bit further away from Elliot's eyes as he skimmed a few pages. "Figure that one out for yourself and I might be tempted to tell you what to do with the knowledge."
"You'll find yourself far less in need of avoiding those things if you have a drow-snot covered hanky." Suede stopped to rub at his chin in thought, staring towards one of the walls as if he could see through to the other side. "Of course just being fast works well enough, eh?"
"Good question. Tailoring is fun, and profitable, but I have a lot of business ventures that have nothing to do with it... or Myrken Wood." Which came to the reason he'd been rummaging through the book. His eyes dropped back to it and he made a noncommittal sound in his throat. "If you're doing pretty well, I wanted to see what you were capable of. Are you interested in a bit of work?"