"Ah, that's right." He says it as though he had forgotten, but something in the readiness of his reply cast the light of doubt on his memory. Disappointment aside, he clarifies, "Of course, of course. I would never want to give you the impression that I would try to," he pauses, as though stumbling over the term. A smile and a laugh excuses him, as though finding cheer in his lack of familiarity with such dubious and corrupt business practices. "Buy favors."

A pregnant silence follows, extending just long enough to hang awkwardly in the air.

"I only ask because I can send Felicity to meet you there. She's with one of my drivers right now."