It could be your new job, [ he suggests, cutting a small bite with the side of his fork and bringing it to his lips before pausing. ] But you and your brother are the last Asharas here, are you not?

[ he takes the bite, chews, considers, tines nearly resting against his mouth. ]

Do you know, [ he comments, the answer as elusive to him as corypheus' orb to the inquisition. ] I have not asked.