Edmund watches him with a mixture of curiosity and mild suspicion, having looked his fill around the room and finding it very much as he'd expect Wilkes's office to look. Of far more pedagogical interest was the sure way Ienzo fetches his tools of the trade from the most unpromising of places. His eyes widen a little when he catches the wink. "You've done this before," he says, rather unnecessarily, but the obvious was too intriguing not to point out. "How...quaint."
So much for Ienzo using him to get into the office. He's surprised those notes haven't already been thoroughly ransacked to the point of making any information that could possibly pumped from him completely obsolete.
Well, in for a penny...
"I suppose there's nothing you couldn't unearth from someone willing to loosen his lips - it's all rumours, you know, but ones that everybody seems to know - so if there's any truth to be found, it will be in this room." Edmund is rather reassuring himself that he's not doing any harm in talking to Ienzo about the matter - no more harm than anyone else less circumspect might do. But first things first.
"Already been hitting it up? Thought you wanted to leave the old boy some grog to souse his worries away." He does peer a bit glumly around to get a view of the situation, before the laughter wafts over him and he grins. "Point, Buckwald." He isn't too buttoned up to laugh at himself when he takes things too seriously sometimes. "A prank within a prank. Cleverly done."
He accepts one of the proffered bottles with a gracious nod of the head. "Now, shall we each tipple off one, to even things out?" The bottle unstoppered, he sniffs appraisingly at it. "I rather wonder, that you hadn't heard a whiff already of our esteemed host's Freemasonery. But there are whispers of darker ones than that, even."
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Date: 2017-01-14 09:21 pm (UTC)So much for Ienzo using him to get into the office. He's surprised those notes haven't already been thoroughly ransacked to the point of making any information that could possibly pumped from him completely obsolete.
Well, in for a penny...
"I suppose there's nothing you couldn't unearth from someone willing to loosen his lips - it's all rumours, you know, but ones that everybody seems to know - so if there's any truth to be found, it will be in this room." Edmund is rather reassuring himself that he's not doing any harm in talking to Ienzo about the matter - no more harm than anyone else less circumspect might do. But first things first.
"Already been hitting it up? Thought you wanted to leave the old boy some grog to souse his worries away." He does peer a bit glumly around to get a view of the situation, before the laughter wafts over him and he grins. "Point, Buckwald." He isn't too buttoned up to laugh at himself when he takes things too seriously sometimes. "A prank within a prank. Cleverly done."
He accepts one of the proffered bottles with a gracious nod of the head. "Now, shall we each tipple off one, to even things out?" The bottle unstoppered, he sniffs appraisingly at it. "I rather wonder, that you hadn't heard a whiff already of our esteemed host's Freemasonery. But there are whispers of darker ones than that, even."