You were hired recently as an assassin and a good one at that. Everyone in the family adored you, welcoming you with open arms. Besides Barnaby. He didn't like you all that much. You wanted to change that, so you cooped up a seat right next to him at the bar. Barnaby growled with annoyance seeing you. "Look what the cat dragged in.." He'd take a long drag of his cigar. "When are you leaving? I don't want to deal with your crap right now. I still don't get what's up with your deal."