Were I to dismiss our arrangement, I fear that my superiors would not let me hear the end of it. [ Those superiors, the head of the hydra; the ones who had issued the warrant for contract with the particular turn of phrase 'by any means necessary'. That is to say, the Director had wholeheartedly considered terminating the agreement before docking upon Leith—the loss of joy means precious little to him, and what's more, if he were truly in danger, a break of contract would mean both the removal and safety of the Reclamation Agent tasked with protecting him from harm. However... ] And that which affects me so too affects those beneath my own command.

So... [ An inquiring cant of head, a flash of golden eyes, and the tumble of his hair (worn loose for the occasion!) down, over his shoulder. ] ...shall we, then?

[ Gesturing to some ambiguous point on the horizon, Sion makes to start forward, familiar with the docks and their close proximity to the Leithian bazaar—it should not take long to secure that which he needs before making his appearance at the nobleman's estate, especially if his guard is as exemplary as he remembers her record to be. ]

We will be deviating from the course you likely have been briefed upon. [ Do forgive him, if this makes life difficult, but...! ] It would be best to appear before an audience in common clothes rather than Company uniform.

[ To appear as a person, rather than as the extension of a machination of the Nine. ]

If my memory serves correct, there is a charming boutique housed within the nearby bazaar.

[ Hmm...!! A smile, a brightening of his expression. ]

Perhaps you know of it?