Thorn merely smiles. Tallying up his assets, deniable and official, and all the associated costs following a swift move, and nothing short of a heavy bonus, he comes to a nicely rounded figure with a healthy dose of zeroes, and flicks an AR paper football at his potential employer, before issuing his terms in a soft, slightly musical and lilting tone. "That's the cost of my life. They'll never find me after, I've made damned sure of that or my career would be rather shorter then it is, but the cost of making me dead is certainly the minimum before we continue." He waits, patiently, as he expertly constructs a snack of caviar and a french pate he recognized from his time there. Exquisite.
Bear in mind, he lives the high life and has the deposits down to make that cost exorbitant.