Daniel waited on the phone. Looking out the window, he could see the buildings of stores and restaurants passing by and merging into a single blur. "Hello?" Bishops voice jolted him out of his trance as his tongue scrambled to find a reply. "Ah Bishop! How are you doing this fine morning?" he waited for his cousin's (Bishop Trander) response before firing again. "Are you by chance occupied today?"
A smile had taken over the aristocrat's face, just like whenever he met someone in person. It was something his father had always taught him to do. Apparently smiling makes you look kinder, and also obliges the other to be nicer as well. Daniel had always taken interest in those sort of things, psychological facts and such. He had also found profiling rather fun as well, deducing how much a person makes annually or finding a personality trait with the glance at a man's watch. Caleb was rather good at that, maybe he should ask him about it sometime.