If he wasn't careful he could have incurred the man's wraith in a heartbeat.

Most certainly not! He was a busy man. To think that he would engage in such rubbish was only telling how foolish Damon Gant was. He could make nice-nice with just about everyone but Von Karma.

"...Good," Manfred grumbled, folding his arms over his chest with that deep-lined scowl of his.

"You skirted my previous question. Why should I answer yours if you do little more than address me in a circumlocutory manner?"