[ Watching Dresden move is oddly fascinating. John's never had the opportunity, given how most of their meetings involve hurling insults for ten minutes before parting ways or being pre-occupied with some fatal danger. Dresden moves like Jack Skellington had drunk enough to forget how motor functions worked.

God, what was Dresden like when drunk? Did his legs just give out for the rest of his body's own good?

John's so intently considering that he almost misses what's being said. ]

Well, there are only so many priceless Catholic relics I can get my hands on. [ A long sip of Thai tea. ] I don't keep track of much of the numbers. That's what the accounting department is for. Or are you looking for freelance work? [ John's fairly sure Dresden barely manages his taxes in the electronic age... ]