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Ciril sips lightly from his shot glass, metal fingers clicking on the glass. These two he was keeping company with surely didn't care for manners or diplomacy that was for sure. The Snek dropped some of his formality, but none of his cool charm as he sat and listned. "Yes, I found that out recently myself. Drakov has some very deep pockets, and scratches a lot of backs." he leans over and points to a dish on the menu, showing it to the waiter, then turns back to Clockwork and K2. He found a lot of value in keeping company with independent spirits like these two. They spoke freer and often had a unique set of knowledge. "This ship does seem to be full of ...exceptions, doesn't it? Still, think if there is an eldritch creature here, it would be valuable to question it... at the very least, if its an ally, we could learn more about our mutual enemy, yes?" he smiled, wishing somewhat that he could be as free and rougish as these two. "Clockwork, you work from the Protector's Alliance? I have strong ties there myself. " he smiles as he uses his coil on to nudge Keeton away from falling over off his chair and onto him.