Eryx reached to the table, grabbing the pitcher of water they'd been presented and splashing it over onto the boy radiating heat. "I don't know how hot you get but I hate sweating, knock it off." He stood from his seat, eying Vlad carefully, taking the time to analyze every small detail, to learn him in any way he hinted. "The rewards, what are they? What could you possibly have that we couldn't get elsewhere. You think we owe you for this? Have you considered the negatives, the isolation?"