The Satrap shakes his head. "I trust you don't need anything else, do you?" He mutters lowly, "sometimes I wonder if he knows the meaning of the word discretion."<br/><br/>The satrap gets a cup that was hidden under some papers, and drains the contents of it. Tea from the smell. "So, do you want the thing gone for the reasons most people do, or do you or yours have some vested interest in wanting it removed?" He doesn't really seem to be focusing on much but the large water clock on the wall.