[He does not disagree with Laurent's assessment of his soul, very funny. But he doesn't say anything. The fingers that close over the coins and disappear back inside the edge of the cape look like they'd be frigid.

When Laurent turns and assimilates away, D follows, somehow walking without the spurs on his boots or the outrageous outfit making much noise.]

That isn't necessary. [He still has the same quiet and level voice he's used no matter Laurent's needling. It really does not seem like Laurent can rile him up in any way.] I can get inside without a distraction.

Before I ask if you plan to come, I want to know: why do you risk their ire instead of trying for an invitation?