"He must be a leg man," Altair said, smirking slightly. "I don't suppose you can get him to follow Fellina around, even if you could go back in time and get him to go to that play she just finished last month. Where she wore that..." He lifted his hands, trying to come up with the proper term, and then gave up, letting them fall back into his lap. "I just became a full Orator and I can't come up with the right words for it. A sling?" He shook his head. "Well, anyway. He has got a lot of money. If someone needed financing badly enough that they were willing to put up with his ... poetry, they could do worse than him for a patron."