With a wry smirk the says 'Really? Why would I bother?' clearer than any words, Smiley swaps Grey's with his own newly filled mug with careful motions. Leaning back with his new drink he sips and says "Mr Grey, you are apparently very well informed, or perhaps misinformed as the case may be. That said we are rapidly approaching the point in this conversation where we reach one of two conclusions, either an appropriate business arrangement is made, with money and property exchanged, or a lot of people start getting hurt, you among them. That is a nice set of armor you are wearing, but it doesn't mean squat when I know there is at least one person at this table that can put a bullet in your left nostril and blow your brains all over the dessert case." Smile puts his cup down, "You made a strong play sir, but I am calling you, what is your next move?"