Justin knew what he must have been thinking. He must have been thinking that such a thing was immoral, that Justin having so much money meaning he got off so lightly was a crime in and of itself. And when he'd found out about a kid who needed treatment, it wasn't so much buying him as it was...taking advantage. But if they both got out of it with what they wanted, what was the real harm? Justin would never do well in a general populous. He didn't trust SHIELD.

He'd not had a choice.

He liked what he was hearing. He definitely did. He was quiet for a moment, however, torn between moving from "safe" territory of work and questions about how his son was doing. If he showed genuine concern, it might confuse the lawyer. If he said it the wrong way, it might seem like he was just reminding him of what he could expect in return for services rendered.

"That sounds perfect. I'll give you all the information you could ever want, no problem." But if he could keep Stern out of the equation...that would be the best. Then again, if he kept it away and tried to put it years later, that could go poorly for him, too. "I'm not overloading you with paperwork, am I?"

It was genuine concern. He'd hate for him to get ill from working too hard and too much. He had a feeling that a lawyer would be used to it, but still...he needed him on his A game. If it meant he had an extra night or two in a crappy bed, oh well.