Aside from the more obvious names, Jamie had also been called God of Lies and God of Secrecy in the past. The drone couldn't know that, of course, which made his lies and the small-scale covert operation sort of amusing.
The whiff of insult lingering in the air between them volatilised quickly.
Cool blue eyes surveyed the shelves and bottles. Slowly, he closed the distance between them. "All you ever had to do is ask, Arkady Chesnokov." His voice was low and underneath the deceptively soft tone lay the chills of Antarctic storms. Cyber Warfare and National Security were busy gods but where Jane would probably get annoyed, Jamie had more than enough tasks to keep the drone busy until the day he died stored away in a secure place.
Walking past the Russian, Jamie stopped by the door. "Keep your hobby if you want, but not here. Label the bottles, sell them and rent a more appropriate facility. I suggest somewhere near the docks."