"I suppose in that you may be right, but I've never before seen him shy from a fight. I think perhaps it even more odd that he was entirely friendly, not merely using a civil facade." He digs in his pocket for a piece of candy, popping it happily into his mouth. "Keep our eyes open, watch where the cards fall, but I've really no wish to meddle at all. I mean it, I do, I'm really trying. I'm much to old to be thus applying." He frowns at the last rhyme and reaches for pen and paper again. That was just horrid.