"How very established of you." Personally, Balthier's just happy the bleed-through guild is properly staffed of madmen who went wide-eyed with intrigue at his talk of airships, all up for a good time with a bad idea, collectively held together with willpower and twine. It's familiar.

"I suppose we aught go hold a real estate agent at knifepoint, what say you?" He's probably being colorful, there.