Lord El-Melloi II withheld a laugh. It was all too easy to imagine DaVinci's persistence on the matter, and how mad it must have drove Roman in the end. The two were a good pair no matter how one looked at it, and that always shone through. But far more importantly was keeping the circle of knowledge as small as possible. "I see. It goes without saying that this is knowledge I'll keep to myself unless you ever deem it otherwise." He closed his eyes for a moment, as if that made the statement more solomnly given. A promise. When he opened them, it was back to DaVinci's workshop. "DaVinci? Make something truly dangerous? Perish the thought."

They'd all die first, probably. But it would probably be a fun death, and that had to count for something. "As for archaeology, I'm pretty sure that if I was to publish any claim, I'd end up with about the same status as that gentleman who thinks everything was caused by aliens. I've been laughed out of one academy, and that's enough for me."

Turning this eyes towards the blog, Lord El-Melloi II choked back a surprised noise. And then proceeded to...flip off the screen. "Now she's just being rude and refusing to admit she made a mistake!"