"Splendid, my friend, simply splendid!"
Marcus slides the processor to Riemann, and signals Edison to collect the briefcase.
"I have greater concerns than what you do with my technology, Mr. Riemann, but it does ignite a warmth in my heart to see it put to a productive cause. The other nobles will likely be sour upon hearing of this; had I shared those sentiments, I doubt I would be here."

"However, there are a few strings attached. I will act to recover or destroy this property if it would be used to threaten Sanctus, though I doubt you are interested in that. If it or any replicas are ever stolen from you, do not hesitate to inform me. The chip and its support hardware have several security holes my company can use to make it useless to those we, yourself included, don't want to possess it. Naturally any derivative hardware and software is out of my hands."

"That said, I imagine you have a few conditions of your own. It would be most unfair were I to not abide by them. So please, speak them freely."