He'd been raised mostly to nigh-worship his Face Cards. That hadn't fully sunk in, much like the rest of the Chives teachings. He treated Clive mostly with irreverence and Katya and Michael with something approaching respect mixed with amusement. Looking at David now, however, it might just be that the worship had been tied more to the people than their stations.

And like everything else, he decides, he should make his own mind about it. So he crooks an eyebrow, turns his head as if the twist of his neck will lend a better perspective. "So if I were to, say, speculate that you'd been off bending the ears of presidents and prime ministers?"

It seems about as logical as anything else. (Which is to say, not at all.)