Ian had heard that saccharine sweet tone many times in the past from Quintus' own lips, usually over the phone to Ellie when he was up to no good. The sound of a snake-oil salesman who has just come upon another sucker to be taken advantage of. The disguised angel may well have survived in hell as so claimed, but he had never come across a silver-tongued devil like the departed Knightfall.
I'm going to have to keep an eye on his back just to ensure someone does not stick a knife in it when they are done with his services. I may well need to call upon his services myself if things roll my way enough.
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