He nods--shallowly, but he can manage that much. "I did. The genuine article," he adds, only his voice adding thank god. "Apparently I'm not the only person to have closed his eyes on life and awakened here."
"Candidly, no," he admits. "He says he's Black, and I can see he's a Black." There's a distinct difference in tone the second time he says 'black.' For one thing, it sounds like a word or even a name rather than an implosion of venom. "But he acts a thousand times more like Regulus, and looks more like him, and," he finishes grimly, "I could tell when Black was having me on, believe me."
He nods again. "You assume correctly. IAMB was more pleased to be of use than I had expected." He pauses, and hands Lucius a black card with a blue-green-bronze quetzalcoatl wound around its silver text. "Speaking of which."
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"My pseudonym, should you have a need to refer to me with..." He pauses, thinks how to end that, ends up waving a dismissive hand. "The blissfully ignorant."