A smile! An almost-laugh! These things are a reward in themselves, a triumphant little win. Hentzau smirks to himself in delight and pours an overly generous measure into a red plastic solo cup with a fiercely pleased expression.

"Oh no, I assure you, I absolutely know a bastard when I meet one," He promises as he hands over the cup. "It's my imPort power, you know. Bastard detection."