I put on something that I was to use as Blasius Deckard had our mission lasted a few more days. A handsome, navy colored button down and relatively expensive brown trousers. My casual albeit sturdy boots betrayed my inquisitorial manner, but I suppose other than the fact I had not shaved for two days, I looked less like an inquisitor now than I had for a long stretch of time. I was surprised there was someone waiting in my office that I cared enough to be embarrassed around. In three nights she had alleviated my concerns over her heretical nature and we had gained mutual respect. A little over a week after that we saved one another's life and kissed on the balcony, and merely what, a day later? We had decided to pursue some sort of romantic relationship, and now a week after that we finally had time to actually speak. Things moved quickly, and I would have laughed if someone said I was thinking about anything else but Bahometus on the journey to Danubis. Granted, he did flash in my mind more frequently than I would have liked, and I was busy building my strategy for when we reached the dead planet's orbit. It was a miracle the other two Inquisitors had allowed me a generous amount of authority on this matter, as they were both almost a century in the game. 

I walked out of my closet, smoothing my hair as I sat opposite of her. I had heard every word, and I was not certain if something was on her mind or if she was feeling lost. I never had the luxury of the latter, but the former I was in a perpetual state of experience. I idly took one of the glasses of amasec she had poured, but I didn't drink it as of yet. 

"I can understand, believe it or not." I admitted, swirling the drink as I considered for a moment. "When we first spoke, I gave you three options. I know you chose to work under myself out of pragmatism. There's no shame in that. And the last few weeks have been harrowing or deceptive. But it's not all chasing phantoms across the stars. If Danubis turns out to be the end of this ruinous cell, Urien will need to return to his duties as a Rogue Trader, and Lazarus, you, and I will return home." 

She looked curious, and I took it as a cue to explain. "I own six different holdings on as many systems, but I only have one home. Pacitus is beautiful, I'm sure you'll love it. If Urien has the same route, we'll be there for eight months while I try to find another way for us to find something that might kill us. During that time, things will be more like this moment. Genuine." 

It was then I took the drink, curious on her thoughts.