This gets the barest of musing sounds graveled at the back of his throat, chin lifting to observe the window as he relaxes back into his corner of the sofa, an arm hooked against its back and other dangling wine glass off the end of furniture arm. The air is stained with the scent of both her perfume and cigar. He allows himself a second sip of wine before contributing with; "When the war ended, truly, there was celebration even more obnoxious than the first go round.

"But this time even I could feel relieved that all that mess was quite finished. Baedal," he says, in a weighted tone, "offers new and disturbing possibility, does it not? Considering the company it apparently attracts."