As Ramez spoke to this woman he was learning all the more about his new residence in London. Fisher and Slater did not trust each other, and knew of each. Fisher was quite a one, and Slater was a master at working the room if what Ramez had seen was to be believed. Judging by his daughter he was a strong person. If children were the product of their parents, Cordelia might be a carbon copy.
"Late arrival?" Ramez inquired innocently, taking another idle sip from the glass. "I was only tardy by a few minutes. Hardly what you could call late..." his eyes twinkled in that knowing manner and he hid his grin beneath the glass as he took another drink.