After giving Sly another couple of minutes to silently contemplate his vehicular "babies," Agarwal led her back upstairs to his study. This was a small, cozy room on the upper floor, with windows that looked west toward the sky rakers of downtown. He seated her in a comfortable armchair, put a cup of Darjeeling tea on the table beside her. Then he settled down in his high-backed desk chair, steepling his fingers in front of his face.