"Only eight? Is that all?" Courfeyrac didn't know what a sweep was, but he could play along fairly well. For all he knew, eight sweeps was the amount of liquor he'd had, or something equally bizarre. He didn't ask, though. He was curious, but this was hardly the time or place for it.

He was still left mystified by the commanding presence before him, but managed to collect himself before he gawked for too long. "I have not seen anyone else as of yet. This fog is so thick. I cannot make heads or tails of this place. All I can see is mist."