"Oh, they'll probably be playing black-jack as soon as we turn out backs." Moretti replied, knowing that one or two of his own security force, and he never had too many with him, were friends with King's own. It would hardly do not to have a relaxed atmosphere today. They were after all, supposed to be discussion good will and the ending of suffering, and so being attending by several unfriendly looking brick shithouses would not have put the public at ease.
He gestured his fellow into the room dedicated to their discussion, a long wood-lined gallery with portraits on the walls, seascapes and grand, stern looking captains for the most part. Shutting the door allowed them privacy, and Moretti for once was glad to see that there was at least wine provided on the table as refreshment. "So, to business." He said, settling into a seat, "What else have you been working on, you sly fox?"