"Wonderful," Milton replies, looking like he's found a particularly good piece of produce at the supermarket. It's his, muted, form of excitement. "I will be in contact to make further arrangements. Thank you again, Priscus Durant." He says no more concerning the matter. Quinn had taught him a valuable lesson at their last meeting: the Nox is no place to talk business.
The rest of the Shadows offer precious little by way of conversation. Well, perhaps it is for the best, given their track record. Still, it's a little disappointing. Milton had hoped for something a little more lively out of them.
"Adequation, Ms. O'Ryan, implies a neutrality bordering on negation. If all is equal, then all is nought. I hope you don't plan on evaporating this evening," he replies to Maeve. A little riposte to see if he can stir a reaction, said is his typically measured tone.
Eyes flick to Quinn, perhaps she catches an amused twinkle there, then to Conner, "I wonder, does the Church have anything to say on such matters, Mr. Wells?"