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Smelly, menial tasks, thought Christopher. Familiar territory, then.
"Suppose someone suspects our cunning plan?" he asked. He thought for a moment, and then added, "And what happens if a supposedly easy job spirals out of control and we're forced to show our true skills, thus attracting the attentions of someone much more powerful than us?"

He wasn't really sure how to judge this situation. He was still certain Guanicus was either going to kill everyone, or get killed himself by someone that would proceed to kill everyone else.

Still, as long as he could seduce the two ladies and survive the inevitable carnage long enough to pocket at least one valuable and/or useful item for the next chapter in his adventures, he would be satisfied with it.

He then turned his attention to Annalee. He wasn't sure if he should respond to her comments. He agreed, of course, but he didn't want to appear overly pathetic to the others. He leaned back and drummed his fingers on the table in an effort to look superiorly apathetic.