Al-Adil smiled at Djinn's bent back though the other man was not looking at him. "So I see," he said. He had not doubted that Djinn was a man of his word, and he was somewhat chagrined to think that the man believed he was here to stand watch over him.
He had brought a tray from the appartments upstairs with a pot of sweet mint tea and two etched glass cups. "Rest for a moment," he suggested and he gestured to one of the many benches that were spread throughout the conservatory. "Drink tea with me."