Arms falling casually to his sides as it became apparent that neither Bole nor his employees were welcoming him, Gevrik said nothing further as he waited for the Head of Magical Law Enforcement to divvy up simple tasks for his dimwitted employees. He was not waiting because Evander ordered him to; he was waiting because he liked the sound of trouble in Diagon Alley and wished to hear more.

Dark trouble was right up his alley.

"Nothing is ever social with you, is it Bole?" the dark man answered him levelly, meeting his eyes without so much as a single blink. He refrained from rolling his eyes as the other man resorted to his usual juvenile vocabulary and instead fixed his piercing gaze on Damien.

This one had been warned, Gevrik knew. Bot in disguise and out of it, he had witnessed enough of Bole's paranoia to be wary of this entire level. But how many of his other employees were already on edge and guarded against Ikenna's means and motives? The latest employee to enter the room at least had the sense to greet the Head of Ministry Security with a smile.

Sliding his hands into his pockets, Ikenna nodded to acknowledge the employee's greeting. He turned his head slightly, away from the other men and in the direction of the lifts.

"You should help me," was all he said lightly after a moment, as if they were continuing a conversation and were the only two in the room. Bole knew precisely what he meant even if he would never know exactly what Ikenna wanted.