"I'd imagine not," Ethan agreed with a glance about. "Iollan runs a pretty tight ship." As did most of them, but the elder Chives would daunt a USMC drill sergeant.

"But as long as you do what's expected of you, he's reasonable. I'm Ethan. I'm also your Ace." He quirked an inquiring eyebrow. "Do you understand the hierarchy of the Suit, Aleksei?" Not a censure, but a genuine query. The boy'd only arrived this morning, after all.