"I'm... not really sure." He'd asked once or twice why Saya was bothering to teach them how to play, but had never really gotten a clear answer. At least, not one he understood. "I tend towards emotional stability anyway. But I guess it could help?"

He shrugged. "You never know, with modern art. You could make millions as long as you can justify it with neo-Freudianism or something."

"Really? Well, what are you going to do if you're assigned an espionage mission? You can't just sit by the refreshments and eat canapés. According to spy movies, anyway."