Guilty as charged, says both the tip of his head and the brief quirk hidden at the corner of his mouth. Ease of the puzzle aside, he's neither immune to a bit of cleverness or his own internal flash of pride that comes from being recognizable.

(Particularly not that second one, historically inconvenient though it may be.)

"A bit of translation work." Laurent briefly bends with all the angles of a folding canopy and raps his knuckles on the stack of books dedicated to the Imperial Chantry. "Proven to be slightly unpopular in certain circles, I'm afraid."