His curiosity was piqued. Despite their close working relationship it wasn't often their conversations had such a hushed demeanor about them. As he listened he could feel his heartbeat ticking up. There may not have been listening devices of his in the Office of the Grand Moff but what of Sieger? The man's mysticism had more than once caught the Moff by surprise. Whether it was foresight or the Supreme Leader's uncanny ability to sway the masses despite his absence from the public eye, Minister Calgar put nothing outside the realm of possibility where Sieger was involved. It was Sieger in fact who had put him in this office, an appointment. Another indication that this conversation the two present were about to have was something dangerous, the use of his first name. Though the two worked closely, neither had dared to breach the rigid constructs of professionalism. At least, not truly. It was 'Your Excellency' this, 'Moff Calgar' that. His attention was drawn.
A man of near persistent suspicion, it took Dante a moment to flip through all the possibilities as to why it was he who had appeared to garner the Grand Moff's trust. Upon his conclusion there were only a handful of reasons why she might have. None as ominous as his latent paranoia might suggest. It was thus with a silent nod he shifted in his seat. Almost hedged in as he was the Grand Moff now stood above him. Dante met her gaze, eyes searching for any clue, any hint as to what her motivations were. Often it was in the eyes that gave away any subterfuge, a dilation of the pupils, the subtle twitch of the eye. As he pondered the deep coffee hue of her eyes he saw no deception - and in that moment he knew she spoke the truth. "You have my word." Relaxing, Dante crossed his legs in front of him as he rest his fingertips against each other. "So, Ms. Fortan. What is this idea of yours?"