
"Eight of them are larger and more complex than this one, while the others are comparable or a bit smaller."
"I'd like to see one of the larger ones."
Binalie's lips compressed briefly, but he merely nodded. "Of course. This way."
They visited two other lines before Doriana decided he'd seen enough.
'That will do," he said as Binalie started to lead them on to the next area.
"Is there an office where we can talk more privately?
Binalie frowned sideways at him. "What is there to talk about?" he asked, his voice dark with suspicion. "Surely you see now that this technique can't be duplicated elsewhere."
"A private office, if you please?" Doriana repeated.
Binalie took a deep breath - "And it may be best if the boy leaves us now," Doriana added.
Binalie's eyes hardened. Suddenly, it seemed, he'd had enough of being led around by the nose. "I have no secrets from my son, Doriana," he bit out.
"If you have anything to say to me, you can say it in his presence."
Doriana let his lip twitch, as if he hadn't finessed the other into precisely this result. "If you insist," he said.
Binalie nodded shortly. "In here."
He led the way to a room marked "Schematic Plotting," ordered out the human and Duros who'd been working on a pair of large plotting boards inside, and keyed the door closed behind them.
Swinging one of the two chairs around for his visitor, he hiked himself up into a half-sitting, half-leaning posture against one of the boards. "Let's hear it," he said gruffly.
"It's quite simple," Doriana said, sitting down and gazing calmly up at the man now towering over him. "As you say, Spaarti Creations is one of a kind. Since we can't duplicate it, we'll have to use it as is."
Binalie's expression didn't even twitch. Clearly, he'd already guessed where this whole visit was going. "Impossible," he said.
"This is the single viable business of an entire sub-minority species - the Cranscoc - and as such comes under Senate Directive 422. Governmental interference with its operation is strictly and expressly forbidden."
