"I'm Cyril," he offers with a small, courteous smile. "And I'm sure our spymaster would hate for me to injure one of her birds. I was only going to try to scare them away from you."

He focuses then on her comment about the organization. "The people of the Inquisition aren't all friendly, but we are trying to do good. We've been working to figure out the magic behind the Rifts that have dragged people from their homes, and we've been seeking a way to defeat the monster that created them. I'm not sure 'friendly' is the right word, but we are good."

Then, with some concern. "Does that word mean something else in England?"