Conrad waited for a second with a blank face before chuckling softly, a small laugh that grew into hysterical paraxoyms as he fell off his seat to the floor.
As Ezio helped him up, he stared intently at a spot on the wall three metres to the left of the man Ezio had pointed out.
One never should look directly at an security guard. They, along with soldiers, bodyguards, intelligence agents, and all other sorts of people who constantly work in hostile situations have a sort of sixth sense for being watched. Let your eyes linger too long, and they'll pick you out as a wolf in a heartbeat.
He slid back into his seat, still chuckling intensely.
"Ah, Ezio, but to business yes? Do you have the artefacts?"