"Sit, my friend, sit."
The office was a lair of mahogany, red leather, and cigar smoke; the indicated chair no less a constrictor than the other furniture and, indeed, no less a monster than the inhabitant of the high-backed chair across the desk. An inhuman puff of smoke wafted toward the ceiling and exploded across the surface as it made contact. There was a moment of silence as the white cloud dissipated into the brown textured tiles.
"Well?" The moment was over. I sat.
"You have something I want," them monster growled, safe in his lair. "I think I have something you want. I'll make you an offer."
I waited for a bit for the offer to become explicit.