[ Some day David will have to touch Balthier's clothes from home. He hasn't even had them cleaned. They're packed away carefully in his security box -- first thing he got after some new clothes. Something about them feels like his only connection home.

Balthier laughs pleasantly at the term "sugar daddy". ] We call it something else but I'm quite familiar. Wouldn't you be the one selecting the purchases in that case? Or are you trying to rein me in? [ In all honesty, it would be easier to run the con with Balthier playing a cantankerous employer of some sort, as it wouldn't require any sense of established relationship beyond obliviousness and mild contempt, but David's suggestion sounds exceedingly more fun. And Balthier is aware he's game for the flirtations attention, even if it's partially fabricated. ]

My magick changed when I came through. I haven't worked all of it out yet, but [ He pulls the wallet from his pocket and slides out his ID card. ] I should be able to change the appearance of credentials, given I know what they ought to say. [ He reaches for the Mist, knowing he won't reach it but will activate the spell. If he's done it right, his ID card should change from saying 'Balthier Fontaine' to "David Smith" and his photograph to switch to an image of David. ]