"How nice of him to admit it." Masking his disdain for the CIA in general and Narvin in particular would be a bigger lie than even Braxiatel could sell. He had never approved of what the CIA and the High Council had used the Doctor for, no matter how hypocritical that disapproval might have been.

"He's said a fair amount to me. We are, after all, colleagues. Short of yourself, he is the person here with whom I am the closest." Braxiatel paused. "What a sickening thought. I think I need my own cup of tea."