Chester made a mental note of DEE's actions and began formulating theories. The AI seemed reasonable, self aware enough to create body language, had a moral code (which was rare among AI), and best of all was mature enough to be cut off before he revealed any secrets AND mature enough to concede the point that Mari couldn't help herself in this situation. And as fascinating as that was, it also seemed a completely different consciousness. Contrary to popular belief, your subconscious COULD keep secrets for you. Even people under hypnotism (Chester learned a bit about that for his act) could keep secrets from those they weren't supposed to tell. Unless Dumas secretly wanted Chester to know some deep dark secret that DEE almost told, Chester was pretty sure at this point that DEE and Dumas were separate people... at least to some extent. More data would have to be collected, but now wasn't the time.<br/><br/>"Well, I'm sorry but I'm sure you aren't quite the right one for the job my fine phantom friend, but not to worry, I'll be sure to take the blame, whatever that might be," he said to DEE in a friendly, but still mildly teasing way. "I'm sure Mari WOULD take something from me," He reasoned as he turned to Dumas, "but something tells me that she might treasure it more if it came from YOU." He gave Dumas the suggestive raised eyebrows at the suggestion. "I'll just be sure to tell her after the fact that I bugged it somehow if things go south."<br/><br/>Chester considered himself a charming, friendly, seductive individual, but it didn't take a genius to see that Mari was obviously more the type for Dumas, a man that was (mostly) honest, a man that could be both physically and emotionally strong, and a man who was REAL. In the end, how much could you trust someone that might or might not even be wearing his real face at any time, let alone give his real name? Chester was still Cheshire to her, and that was something that Chesh thought was necessary if unfortunate. Even when it came to those he considered his co-workers and friends, Chester didn't trust in trust if he could help it.<br/><br/>He made note of the time from his hiding spot in the club and re-focused his attention on Dumas.<br/><br/>"My show's about to start, and as much as I love conversing with both Tweedle DEE and Tweedle Dum, this kind of show takes my full concentration. Is there anything else before I go?" he asked, only vaguely aware of rhyming. Chesh could wait a second longer before he HAD to go if there was something important.