Alexander can pick out a strategist from twenty-paces even with his aged eyes, and there was something in the bearing and calculating coolness of the approaching man's eye that caught his interest. He had seen the man in the corner watching and taking mental notes, but the resolutely careful lack of expression or only those that he would consider sardonic was of more interest to him.

He paused in his note taking and perusal of his MID to regard the man who settled across from him. He smiled warmly, and it actually was shown in his eyes and the aged lines of his face.

"Of course. There's a story being told here, and I'm only here to read between the lines. Yourself?"