As an aside.

[bluebloodbeast]

By the way, darling Agnes, it seems that another pair of eyes has managed to stumble upon your delicate pages, those lovely things made of naught but corruscating patterns of electricity flitting back and forth across the wires and fibres of modern civilization, and has flipped his way through them. You need not be disconcerted or put out-of-sorts by him, though; his name is Abram, and he is a close friend of mine, trustworthy even when in a tight spot.

Being glad his friends are trustworthy since 1986,
--mark