Renju was seated near the front, looking as serious as ever, with her legs neatly crossed and her hands neatly folded. Her eyes were on the guard, and it was difficult for her to suppress her annoyance; if he weren't there, they could just drop the facade and do this directly. Dealing with Raphael had been so much easier. Paradise, she had to admit, occasionally had its advantages.
But they had to play this game, and Tom was one of the best of them at it. For the time being, she sat back and let him talk, ready to interject if an opportunity arose.