Astarte's eyes follow Ba'al to the desk, calculation hidden behind a long practised veneer of servility, wondering what it is that he is up to, particularly given the generosity of the offer.

"That can very easily be done, although it would help if you were to direct where those ties are to be developed; I confess I do not understand your purpose in coming to this world as well as I could." She thinks she understands the gist, but perhaps he might let some further plans slip while unfolding some of his design.