Drake got up to finish making the tea, now that he judged the water had had time to get hot enough. He considered the issue while he poured water into one of his many plain clay teapots, this one with an infusing basket with the chosen tea in it. He retrieved a few clay cups and brought them and the pot over to the table.

Pouring tea elegantly was as natural to him as breathing, so he did just that before sitting down, sliding his cup closer to himself.

"I have resources," he said, finally. "I'd like to study that feather, once my head stops hurting. I'll probably give small samples of the vane to a few people. One of whom is very dangerous in his own right, but he's curious if he's anything. He might slip and say something useful, if he finds anything," Drake chuckled softly at that, "if only to try to prove his intellectual superiority."

Gods, he managed some fucked up people. And this... thing... why not get Ukoku involved, honestly.

Except...

"Although if I do that and he finds out the source, he may be a problem for you."

So maybe not. Ugh, his head hurt. The shields had held, but that didn't mean having them beaten on didn't ring his head like a bell.