"Hello, Lady," Sleeping Tiger returned Vera's nod. Would it kill the dame to open her damn mouth and be polite now and then? He shrugged at himself and glanced down the length of his nose and to the ash gathering at the tip of his cigar.
Enter AGRIPPA.
The more he thought about it, the more he liked this Agrippa fellow. Which made him suspicious, but only for a moment. Someone in charge was putting their foot down and making decisions. And by the sound of things they were good ones. Inviting the enemy in was daring, flamboyant.
"Cloud Maker?" Sleeping Tiger asked quietly. Might as well have strung a sign around his neck. Fish out of water, over here. "Either way, put me in Deception. A good chance to show these bastards precisely what I'm engineered for."