At his temple, near the curls of his hair, the glazing on his porcelain crackles. Then after a moment, he raises both eyebrows, looking around for a moment as if he's waiting to be struck by lightning.

"Hm. Bad. This will make keeping us concealed... difficult."

In the same way that Kilimanjaro is a bit of a steep hill.

"Pledges, the courts, the mask, iron, oneiromancy... Is there anything you didn't tell them about? Please tell me that you didn't tell them about the Neighbours."