"I am sorry, but I am not at liberty to do what you suggest just at present.

I wish you good fortune." He turned around and walked back to the other end of the room, where Briston was standing at the bar.

She looked after him for a moment as though she failed to understand his words.

Then her face hardened.
Draconmeyer leaned towards her.
"Shall we go ?" he suggested.
She rose with alacrity.

Side by side they strolled through the rooms towards the Cercle Prive.
"I am sorry," Draconmeyer said regretfully, "but I am forced to leave you now.