“I…” It was not as if his studies with Crimson were illicit, nor was he hiding them, but how did he know? He was pretty sure Sunderclaw, Joachim’s own personal cloak and dagger connoisseur, was likely keeping tabs on him in a hundred thousand different ways that Handy had long ago stopped worrying about. He had nothing to hide... in Skymount at least. It took on a slightly different character when someone else's spooks were keeping an eye on you. Like the difference between having the G2 back home tapping all of your phones and MI6 doing it. You’d like your incompetent intelligence analysts invading your privacy more so than you would foreign ones. “I have taken an academic interest as of late, your Majesty.”