'How about none of your damn business you nosey little shit?' Handy thought, thoroughly annoyed at the griffon. "Important business with his Grace and the lord Count," the human replied, not willing to give the bird the satisfaction of the truth. There was also the matter that his real reason for being here was now rendered rather pointless. There was no sense spreading it around. "A procedural concern on behalf of his Majesty." The elated look on Shorttail's face fell slightly.