Alec smirked at the lieutenant's implication. "That depends on what you consider business, lieutenant." Alec leaned back in his chair again, crossing his hands. His eyes glanced around the darkening room. It was clear he wasn't getting any answers out of the lieutenant, regardless of how drunk he was. He wondered when he'd get a chance to see the Scouts in action. He turned slightly, so that he was closer to the fire. The flames illuminated one side of his face, shimmering in his eye and outlining the deep cross-shaped scar on his cheek. He glanced down at his side, to the black iron morning star that was attached to it. It'd been too long since he'd used the weapon. The wait would soon be over, though. He had no doubt it'd be drenched in blood once they set out. Something told him told him the rebels likely wouldn't cow down, especially to a foreigner.