As it is, Robin is hardly offended. His own interest in the paper is quickly waning, as this pleasant moment with an affectionate dragon is far more valuable to him than a little personal intrigue. He looks back over at Tek, dragging nails lightly over his scalp wherever he leans.

"The spy kind, probably." The demigod says this with casual disregard, pausing just long between sentences to do a quick social calculation. "I think that someone is interested in meeting you."