Flint gives Joss a long, scrutinizing look. He quite prefers a state of chaos himself — thrives on it, even — but showing his hand this early in the game just wouldn't do now, would it. His nostrils flare a little at the bitterness in the boy's tone, however, a minute betrayal of his thoughts on an otherwise polished facade.

"Since you're vouching for him, I would very much welcome a personal introduction at a time that suits you best."