The scion patriarch had spent most of his day in exceedingly and exhausting paperwork, he desperately needed a break from his room, so why not visit a former associate to his diminishing group? The primarily white serpent was a very odd fellow but he was powerful. Such a shame for him to slither away. On the other hand it was just meant to be in the workings of such a depressing world.
Upon greeting, and soon questioning, the unmasked man stood solo before the snake, glaring him down. "Orochimaru", his voice rumbled across his tongue, "I require your assistance in your, immoral practices. A minor issue really, but one I don’t have nor care to have my time wasted upon."
‘Immoral practices?” The serpent did not bother to contain his laughter. Such a statement amused him, though he would hardly deny the truth behind it. Golden slits sparked, honing upon the other. Orochimaru gave a flick of his wrist, as though speaking of something simply casual. Should he be honored at such a request-of offed? Despite Obito’s intentions, Orochimaru would take his demands as a compliment-it was expressed trust in his abilities. Something that was difficult to come by these days.
“And why should I dirty my hands on your behalf? How could I benefit?”