He's good. I grin at him and move closer at his question.

Of course I know everything, but for as accomplished a liar as he seems to be, he's got nothing on me. "Suits, eh? I can't say I get out enough to follow the ins and outs of the games those kids play."

He's got a finger on the blueprints, and I smile. I'm glad he picked up on it so quickly. "I designed that. It is called a Sengoku Driver. Do you think that's maybe a bit too egocentric of me, to name it after myself?"