[ There's a soft scoff at that. He doubts they'd given it much thought at all. ]

Of course not. Just like a Kresnik, if you ask me.

[ Which nobody did, but isn't that exactly the point?

With his back against the wall, he briefly looks up at the ceiling, then closes his eyes and exhales.

Well. He got what he came for, and while there are other things they should probably discuss, he's not really in the mood for it. He's also not in the mood for whatever half-assed sympathy the New, Softer Julius might pretend to have for him, so... after a few moments, he steps away from the wall, smoothing his hair and doing his damnedest to look unaffected. ]

Figures I'd get this news in a place without a single proper bar around.