It was a well honed, fine tuned talent that few others possessed- that sarcastic politeness. He made a bow, a hand crossed over his chest as he bent at the waist, watching David from the corner of his eye.

"As you wish," he said, coming up right again to follow David into the office. He took quick stock of the scene in front of him, though, frowning a little. No, he had no real love for David- but he had always put the Spades above everything. Having a living King, at the moment, was to their advantage.