Schuyler gave an impassive nod, as he sipped his drink, though a array of questions buzzed through his head. "So, Freya Santiago, You don't seem like the escort type, using your real name like you do. You must be new" he asked, trying to sound as condescending as possible, though it seemed already that she wasn't going to go for it. He had a plan B for that outcome, by simply not telling her what he was but still he had to try to get her to be a little disinterested.
"Just so you know, I'm not going sleep with you, I'd rather not share, if you know what I mean?" It killed him to say that, it killed him attack her like this, but it was for her own good, it really was. She'd never know that, and maybe she'd hate him but he'd rather her hate him while she lived, than loved him while dead. He had enough to that three times over. At least this way, he could watch over her, from a distance and she'd live long and happy. "I'll still pay you as if we did,I'm generous that way." He said with a wolfish grin.