Oh, trust me. If I could, I’d take him out myself. Probably have a better chance of it with these Shards in play, but y’know? Probably better if I keep out of it. Better chances of getting the result I want that way.

[ He looks around with interest at the area as they head into it, and with an appreciative little noise, he pops his cigarette into his mouth where he’ll let it dangle for it a bit. Though he doesn’t have the context to guess at why, he can tell that this area is a little different. Not that it matters, really, but he can’t help but notice that kind of thing. He at least gives an appreciative whistle. ]

Now this is VIP. You know how to make a guy feel special, bossman.

[ He gives a cheeky grin, then takes that offered seat. He leans back comfortably and sets the drink on the side table. Everything about him really does speak to a casual air that’s almost funny for a god, much less one of his importance (not that Silco knows that second point, though). From his posture to his speech to even his modern clothes, he just seems comfortable here. ]

So, gotta ask, at least. How you thinkin’ about doin’ it?