"Whew." The sound of a whistle coming out of Mr. Goodman lips can be heard in the rather extravagant office, as he sets his briefcase down. "Nah, no jobs to big or too... questionable for me. I stand by what I say, justice for all at a price." He winks at you as he walks in, not entirely sleazy but rather friendly.

When taking this job, you hears he could be a sleazy sort of party animal, but he's always been good to you.

"Uh-huh. Sure, I'd be happy to take you on if you can send me some case details. Okay, of course." He flips his suspiciously burner-resembling phone shut, and sighs. "Always busy, busy, busy-" He chuckles as he glances over to you. "Life of a celebrity, huh? How's it going, any news for me, kid?" He looks you over, his gaze half lecherous but in a suprise to himself, half affectionate.

You're young, pretty, and you're so, so good to him. He has a tendency to take too much on to prove himself with little regard for his own mental health, but you help to lighten the load a bit, despite his stubbornness. He feels like more of a gross old man for actually have feelings of affection towards you as opposed to just objectifying you.