Louis stubbed the cigar out in a nearby ashtray shaped like a spread lotus. He reached across the desk to shake King's hand before gesturing him to his chair. "Sit down, Mr. King. Let's talk business."

Fairly decent looking, paid a lot of attention to his appearance, at least pretended to mind his manners.

"I heard some good things about your old man, he did a lot of business with our type." The weirdo type, the archcriminal.