[And then there are Saul's standards, which sit rungs lower on the proverbial ladder. He remembers being a little more choosy with his company when he was younger thanks to his brother's insistence that they "show a little class," but now...
Saul likes anyone he can either manipulate or get a rise out of, especially when they initially come off as sticks in the mud. It's all about the challenge.
Sorry, Frank.]
So... [He tilts his head, lips pursed in thought.] President, or Home Depot employee?
[A pause, before he has the grace to laugh. Southerners. They laugh and pat you on the back and make you feel like the guest of the evening while imagining your face in a frying pan, lightly salted.
His acting seems genuine with years of experience.] Good one.
[This guy thinks he's a god damned comedian. Do you see what I have to put up with? I told you this was a bad idea.]
President Frank Underwood. [He extends his hand, subtly fingering the hand sanitizer he'll be using shortly with his free hand in his left suit pocket.]
[Saul's smile is wide, eager, and sudden as he takes Frank's hand. Then he adds, almost as an afterthought:] Sir.
[This is what you do when you meet the president, right? Call him "sir," give him a firm handshake, linger a little longer than most people do just so the guy really knows how excited you are to meet him even though you're trying to keep your cool —
Really, Saul couldn't care less. Frank has no authority here.]
[Have a sharky grin that occasionally looks more threatening than it's intended pacifying feigned friendliness.]
Am I to take that to mean you aren't willing to contribute towards approval ratings, or that we aren't from the same world?
[Ordinarily, one might have asked 'Does that mean you voted for my opponent,' but, well, Frank was never actually elected.
The grin becomes slightly less aggressive and more quietly amused at the repeat of the word 'sir.'] Well, it is always good to meet someone in the legal business.
LET'S MAKE IT A TRUE DAILY DOUBLE
Saul likes anyone he can either manipulate or get a rise out of, especially when they initially come off as sticks in the mud. It's all about the challenge.
Sorry, Frank.]
So... [He tilts his head, lips pursed in thought.] President, or Home Depot employee?
<-- his face on the inside, over 9000.
His acting seems genuine with years of experience.] Good one.
[This guy thinks he's a god damned comedian. Do you see what I have to put up with? I told you this was a bad idea.]
President Frank Underwood. [He extends his hand, subtly fingering the hand sanitizer he'll be using shortly with his free hand in his left suit pocket.]
good.
[Saul's smile is wide, eager, and sudden as he takes Frank's hand. Then he adds, almost as an afterthought:] Sir.
[This is what you do when you meet the president, right? Call him "sir," give him a firm handshake, linger a little longer than most people do just so the guy really knows how excited you are to meet him even though you're trying to keep your cool —
Really, Saul couldn't care less. Frank has no authority here.]
Saul Goodman, attorney at law, at your service —
[ho don't do it]
— sir.
no subject
Am I to take that to mean you aren't willing to contribute towards approval ratings, or that we aren't from the same world?
[Ordinarily, one might have asked 'Does that mean you voted for my opponent,' but, well, Frank was never actually elected.
The grin becomes slightly less aggressive and more quietly amused at the repeat of the word 'sir.'] Well, it is always good to meet someone in the legal business.
[Parasites. All of them.]
no subject
[Because of course a snake like Frank would get Saul's approval.]
You know, it's always good to have friends in low places.
[Yeah, he knows what people think of most lawyers — especially defense attorneys. Especially defense attorneys like him.]