Sypher waved a hand distractedly by way of an answer, mouth full of sweet, raspberry, zinger-y confection. "Sure, of course," he said, eyes dark as they moved over the ledgers.
He sighed and pinched the area between his eyes. Someone was stealing at the gambling tables again. Must he really do everything himself?
"It occurs to me that I have an entire empire, and I still wind up doing most of the dirty work," he said with a shake of his head.