"Oh," Calibri said, accepting that answer simply enough, regardless of whether Garamond was joking or not. Even if he hadn't been, the response wouldn't really have struck the second-in-command as strange, considering their line of work, and considering, more specifically, Calibri's own strange sense of 'morals.' Thus unfettered, he stood up, stretching out his legs. He hadn't even noticed the hours pass, and the muscles strained as he stood. In fact, his right leg was hardly ready for the impact, and almost immediately, filled with the uncomfortable sensation of pins and needles, like a thousand tiny insects crawling down his veins, and in slight surprise, the young man toppled down almost as quickly as he stood.