Joscelin sighs. "I'm not interested in your money, such that it is. I've got plenty of my own. What I am interested in is any information you can provide me." He gestures vaguely at himself, at his skinny child's body. "I stand out in a crowd. You can disappear. I need to know what's happening in the places I can't reach." If Jean-Claude's not going to do the spy work, he is. Joscelin isn't content just being a loyal lieutenant anymore. He'll never betray Jean-Claude, never try to take his position, but he needs to make sure that no one else tries to. Particularly Cesare Borgia. His sometimes-friend is getting far too powerful far too quickly for his tastes.

"I just need your ears and your brain, if you have one."