"Gregor, Cam; Cam, Gregor," says Miles.

"Hi. Pleased to meet you. I have never actually met an emperor before."

"We pardon you for the crime of counterfeiting," says Gregor. "Excuse me for bringing business to the table, but I thought it was best to get that one out of the way quickly."

"Ah, thank you, I imagine it would be slightly awkward if I were on the hook for that."

"Yeah, how literal is that particular hook, Gregor? I can't remember off the top of my head..."

"I had someone look it up, but I can spare the gruesome details, if you'd rather not hear them...?" He looks at Cam inquiringly.

"Have been indestructible for a century and a half, not squeamish."

"As of the last recorded case that went to trial, forty lashes followed by hanging. And there's no precedent for mitigating the sentence based on the amount, possibly because no one has stopped at under ten marks before. It would be a target for legal reform if we had any serious counterfeiters to deal with, but happily we don't."

"Okay. ...I wonder how long I would have wound up being left dangling there if I didn't burn the rope or anything? Huh. Anyway, pardon, much appreciated."

Cam eats it and makes thoughtful noises.

Gregor makes hardly any noise at all. You could almost forget he was there.

"Rumor has it," remarks Cam after a while, "that you might let me terraform your extra planet in some fashion, or possibly duplicate its solar mirror."

"I'm seriously considering the idea. It would be very convenient to be able to expand the soletta without having to pay construction costs. You'd have to consult with some terraforming experts to find out what other interventions would be helpful, but the soletta would definitely be a nice start."

"Cool. Also, it has been wondered if I can make wormholes, which I don't know because I shouldn't try it near anything important and we don't have them where I'm from."

"Please do not try it near anything important," Gregor agrees. "But... I was going to say 'please do try it', except that I can't think of a way to safely experiment. You may be indestructible, but I assume being stranded hundreds of light-years away from the nearest inhabited planet would still be a major inconvenience, if it turned out that you couldn't create stable wormholes but you could collapse any nearby ones in the trying."

"If you don't hear back, have Miles dismiss and resummon me," shrugs Cam.

Gregor looks at Miles.

"I swear I didn't do it on purpose, why does everyone think I did it on purpose," says Miles, aggrieved.

Cam snorts. "There, there. At least you didn't get a hostile accident-demon. Then there would be some serious upset aimed at you."

"Yes, I'm told we're very lucky to have you."

"You're told correctly. I am awesome. Appreciate me. Give me terraforming instructions, I have always wanted to terraform a planet."

"Far be it from me to waste such enthusiasm."

"I would wag my tail but it is not on my person at the moment."