He swiveled his head, and laughed again. Now, Nasi was rolling his eyes.
"Don't tell me," Francisco stated.
"Of course I'm going to tell you. We'll have the suit made here, by my own tailor, and send it to him with my compliments. Best tailor in Magdeburg, probably the whole USE. Make sure you pay for it out of my personal account, though. I wouldn't want any accusations of pilfering official funds for partisan purposes."
Nasi was still staring at the ceiling. "God forbid."
"The ceiling's not that interesting."
"Only because you have—so far—failed to have it plastered with one of those grotesque political paintings."
But he did lower his gaze. "I will say that being in your service is never dull. `A bit frightening' just went to `a bit more frightening.'"
"You're being silly, again. But enough on that. Does Noelle Murphy have some free time? I'd like her to come up here again, as soon as possible."
"Now you're scaring me to death."