Corliss waits a full minute before speaking—she wants to be sure that the Archon is well and truly gone. "That woman is insufferable, Agad the Imperishable. And she has no concept of how we run things in this city." She points at your shoulder holster. "Your weapon is adequately concealed and necessary in times like these. She forgets that mortals don't possess her attention to detail. I swear she only came here to hen-peck me to death. She demands my attention and then complains for almost ten full minutes about what she had to wear in order to fit in. She actually suggested we should meet at a bar. Can you imagine the scandal? A bar?"
"It's good that you agree," Corliss says. "Unfortunately, I have little choice but to entertain her. A well-positioned Prince might be able to get away with briefly flouting the will of an Archon, but with Ottawa destabilized and no clear leader, it would be best to satisfy her curiosity and send her on her way as quickly as possible. If we're lucky, she might deal with our Anarch problem while she's at it."
Your sire lapses into an uncomfortable quiet, leaving you feeling awkward and fidgeting.
"Is there anything else I can do to assist you?" you ask, hoping to leave as soon as possible.
Corliss nods. "When we spoke at the council the other night, I was too preoccupied with Ms. Maier's crucifixion and Trevor Haidt to ask about your assignment. Were you able to speak with the old Sewer Rat?"
"I managed to get several minutes alone with Bouchard, though I'm not sure how much useful information I got." You'll need to be careful what you say if you wish to keep your alliance with the old Leper intact. You'll have to offer Corliss something or she'll smell a rat, but you can control what you hold back.
"I'll be the judge of that," Corliss says, leaning forward.