Then I imagine I'm going to occupy a lot of your attention in the coming days. It's not against the rules to vividly imagine.

[He feels he might be pressing his luck to continue this meeting any further, especially if someone else wants to chat Bolt-boy up. For whatever reason. He snatches his discarded envelope, holding it up.]

One more small question for the road, and I hate to double back to this topic, but color me curious. [Who knew curiosity was black.] The information handed out. Was it something you and your counterpart [gonna keep using that word since it seems to grate] personally gathered and cooked up yourselves, or were you given it from higher up to hand out?