It's always hard to know how humanity will react to any sort of stimulus. As predictable as people are, they always manage to have a few surprises.

[ Maybe it would be better if the world did burn for a while. Michael has some notion of familiarity with Rook, but he nods his head by way of greeting, holding out his hand across the table. Whether he took his hand or not didn't matter. They'd reached an understanding of one another. ]

The pleasure is mine, David.