[His face lit up in recognition when TJ mentioned the word president, suddenly excited that he actually understood what was being discussed.]

Yes. The president. You are like a prince then. For eight years. [The idea of a term length had been the most bizarre thing for him to try to understand, which meant it stuck out in his mind more than anything else.

What did lose him was the reason for having to be secretive. Reputation, he understood that much, but the details behind it were lost on him.]

Where do you want to meet? I would like to hear more about your world.