I don't doubt that he would be. If he's still out there somewhere, maybe we'll cross blades one day. Maybe my notoriety will pull him out of his reverie after all these years.

[ He sounds deadly serious, but a moment later he leans back in his chair, hooking one elbow over the back of his seat, and chuckles, warm and light. ]

Now, I've told you a bit about me. Your turn, next.