Correct again.

[ She lets the traces of a smile rise again, less subtle than before, but no warmer than her usual icy regard.

Visconti might make a fine subordinate yet. ]

As you may have guessed, this isn't a standard interview. I requested you.

[ Ordinarily a dangerous request, that. Though this is no less dangerous, really, when so few people beneath her command survive their first missions.

Even her brothers could not meet the challenge of their work. Whether Julius will exceed them, she's not willing to guess. ]

How do you feel about intelligence work, Visconti?