Gold straightens his tie fastidiously, watching the quick work of his new...well. Assistant. He is inwardly impressed but will not give away the idea that he didn't know exactly how this would be handled.

"That will do."

A simple gesture of the hand to wave him off. Don't kill him, that body language says.

"Let your employer know my price stands firm, and the next man he sends through my door to waste my time will not come back. Show him the door, won't you?"