Michael leaned against the wall and appeared to study his fingernails carefully as he glanced sideways at Daemus, his gypsy accent much more apparent now than when he first addressed the group.<br/><br/>“So, if some other items just happen to go missing whilst we’re on this mission of ours, well that would just be untraceable now then,” Michael smiled at Daemus and walked forward, flicking the painted blue coin to him as he stopped short at his desk.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Sleight of hand on paperweight on desk<br/>18 + 11 =29</div></div>