And looks it. Lillian wondered whether he was her type or not. Sort of reminiscent of Gunterson, and that caused all sorts of trouble. Pushing the hedonistic consideration to the back of her mind she nodded and stretched a bit more, yawning. "I don't think I've got the clearance to read your file, actually. Or dossier, rather. But that's still impressive, seventeen years... congratulations. And thanks for doing it -- we need dedicated men like you to take the Empire back for the True Emperor, yeah?"