Back in the ballroom, the bard watches Dirac survey the windows, curious why this fellow in particular should feel so pressed to exit. You'd think he'd count on his Falkovnian cousin -- or uncle or whatever -- to pass on a warning if necessary: those two clearly don't mind being seen together, and must partake of each others' reputations to a degree, in the Brethren's reckoning....
Crow himself has just spotted the already-open window, and is quelling the reflexive rise of an eyebrow -- A-ha! -- when a clipped utterance from Buchvold in his Coin-caressed ear sends the bard's harmonica off-tempo:
Alarmed -- Dash it, she's caught up in this latest wretched muddle as well? -- the VRS spy corrects his acoustic slip, glances again at Paul Dirac, and wraps up "Pennies for the Ferryman" a bit more affrettando than its composer would've likely approved. He listens in just a few seconds more -- long enough to overhear Quiret's lirico voice; not a comforting thought, but Crow must trust his little "pranks" have taught the Borcan to evade the truth with bards, by now, not attempt to lie directly -- then dismisses the Coin's link, not knowing when (if ever) his "ally's" personal possessions will be returned or how closely they might be inspected.Moral Machivelli wrote:"Our discussion had finished, and I was proceeding to the Maison, when I fell into discussion with sister Kingsly. Shortly after that, this all started. "
Dirac is already getting close to the opened window, and will likely spot it on his own in moments, but Crow doesn't give him the chance. Slipping his harmonica back into its sheath and snatching up his guitar-case, he rises from his seat and moves to intercept "Brother Crow's" apparent fellow-dandy, raises a cautionary hand to indicate the Dementleiuse had best draw no attention their way.
Then, having caught the young Brother's eye, he points surreptitiously toward the Rokushiman screen, then at himself and Dirac. His brow rises enquiringly, and the spy lets an impish message -- Looks like we have the same scheme in mind, yes? -- gleam, unspoken, in his eyes and wry smirk.