"And to you, my dear Professor, I wish you fortune and skill." There was no lie in it, only genuine well wishes. Perhaps a ploy to throw off suspicion or perhaps a real hope for the good fortunes of the Chimeric Professor. Most likely the latter. The Morbid Socialite would not seem the type to throw down obstacles with too much subtlety. What they lacked in honesty, they made up for in transparency of subterfuge. No, this was a genuine, kind wish and it was paired with a charming, warm smile.