[He's unsure how much of the man's affable approval is polite and how much of it is entirely earnest. Either way, he can't shake the feeling that he's being subtly toyed-with. Then again, that could wholly be the bias that Paul instilled in him when he gave him the rundown of his situation.

He nods, seeming newly invigorated and encouraged. It's not entirely an affectation; he is. An angle has been suggested that he had not considered; like most, he has the blood types and personalities he gravitates towards, and it's overwhelmingly Palebloods like himself and Darkbloods, like Palamedes, Illarion, and, so far unknown to him, the Emperor.]

It's an avenue to try, certainly... and it seems promising with that rationale. I'll be sure to approach some Vilebloods about contributing to the cause.

[Surely some of them are hanging around camp. He'll put out a call.]

Thank you for the invitation. Who should I send my omen for if it comes to that point?

[He was either too subtle about fishing for a name, or the black-eyed man saw through the effort. L thinks it's telling that he doesn't even seem to want to give a fake name, which is easy enough; it's what L himself does, to keep his secrets while avoiding standing out too much.]