Maxwell chuckled at Doe's suggestion, adjusting his tie as he glanced at the shy Sun Banisher. "So long as there is a buyer on the other end, then perhaps they may have something to offer to the market," he replied, returning his attention to the Queen and giving her an 'ah' and a nod with respect to the other Chatelaine. "That's very kind, ma'am. I suspect my fortunes will be doing quite well shortly," quipped Maxwell. After all... the Wyrd provided to those who honored their vows.
He produced a blank card with a telephone number on it. "I'm happy to come by at your convenience. Just give me a call. Ask for Mr. Kent at extension two-two-six and they'll route you through."
An answering service, bouncing off a couple of burners that would lead to his phone.
"I'll leave you to it, Your Majesty. Sun Banisher, thank you."
Maxwell returns to the main thread.