"Really?" Toby asked, spotting an opening he could take to escape the temptation of Victoria's very pretty little neck. "Yearning for home would be the last thing I'd expect from you, considering what's waiting for you if you do return."

Toby signaled to one of the feast's servers with his empty glass, a clear invitation to bring him another drink.

"Your superiors can't be happy with the mess you made of things. I wonder, even if this place by some miracle did decide to bring you back, what would that Foundation of yours do with you? Dodgy group like that? I shudder to think."

Toby does a small shudder for effect. When the server appears with his new drink, he hands over the old one with a smiles. "Cheers."