The Stowaway/The Diplomat
“Quite queer, I am aware.” Was offered in response to the commentary on his name. Why his parents had opted to subject him - them? - to such a strange name.... Strange name. That would require more thought. One hand came to fall against the nearest rail and was removed almost instantly as the moving, jerking and shifting felt - felt?! - from the train was just a touch too much.
“To dissuade and disarm my fine fellow.” There was a growl in the back of his mind. The normal voice ever present but this new one... Another drag was taken off the smoke. “A man must hold his cards close, no?” It was then that a half glance was offered to the other man, a look that spoke of a life more than just money and beautiful women. Not that he was opposed to either but his life had... had...
Another drag of the cigarette was taken and blown off to the side. It was just under half and promised to keep him locked in place a good bit longer if not otherwise disrupted.