"That's not a problem." A small, catlike grin pulls up the corner of his mouth despite himself. "It's the witlings I don't want to slog through."

Glib, Sarkan is apt to handle easily, particularly when it's paired with a smart individual. Much easier to speak with someone on equal, loose terms than it is to talk down to impossible idiots who think they possess more wit than they have.

"Well, finish your research and send me to him. I will wait."

It occurs to him that they have not even exchanged names. He fails to care.