So, Integra thought, they didn't know she was vouching for a Lucian representative. Or they did, and were fishing for information. Either way, Integra wasn't about to hand it to them. It might be best if she found young Scientia soon and warned him about the Noah, or rather, told him which ones they were, because she'd already warned him about the Noah.

"The Earl won't waste his own time on this," she replied, taking another deep inhale of her cigar, "so he'll waste yours instead." She threw Road, it had to be Road, a faint smirk before she exhaled a cloud of smoke and turned to the kettle. "I admire his pragmatism."