He finally took in the recliner and cigar and glass of scotch, and managed to not smile, despite thinking all he needed was a knit sweater and he could be some old codger from back home. "How about you start with what you want me to know, or what you want me to think I want you to know, and then we kind of see where it goes from there?"<br/><br/>He had gotten the feeling the bluff, no nonsense soldier would appeal to the lord, and was willing to open the game with that card.