I'm afraid I don't have a card to give you in return. You'll just have to make do with my name...

[ He slips off his bar stool, straightening himself up. Rupert's nowhere near M's dimensions - he's leaner, more lithe, and practically dwarfed by the other man in terms of height. Still, he fearlessly extends a hand to shake. ]

Rupert von Hentzau, at your service.