Of the last wallet he relocated, he retains a single coin, for he likes the look of Baedal's currency. He plays with it absently as he looks at Hasibe for a long moment, the flag flipping down the back of his fingers and then just disappearing — not a matter of illusion, only plain old sleight of hand, done automatically and without thought. At the same instant it disappears, he smiles, just like the centuries old huckster he is, the timing a matter of instinct.

"None at all," Balthazar says, perfectly genial, "just like me."

The declaration does not necessarily carry any real connotation, as he hardly expects people (not even extremely powerful psychics, as he believes Hasi to be) to know exactly what he is or the circumstances from which he came, but it happens to be the absolute truth. At the moment, anyway.