It's been a very long time since he was last here. Three years or more, and while the passage of time has never really been a concern, it's a relief to know that some doors take a man exactly where he wants to be. It might look as though he closes his eyes and breathes in deeply once the door settles shut behind him, but the Marquis de Carabas never really closes his eyes at all.
He doesn't like to be vulnerable.
He would, however, appreciate a little bit of information and is as willing as always to barter for it... so long as the benefits from any transaction ultimately tip the scales in his favor.
[Discreetly small tag: Scaramouche, Camille Montes]