He'd seen the filter but he hadn't been able to crack it. It left him with a bitter curiousity in the back of his throat. Harry was a mate, weren't he? So why was he hiding things? Or...mayhaps Sharpe shouldn't mind at all. A man was allowed his secrets.

Still -- perhaps he ought to be more careful.

All the same, when Harry stepped into the bar? Sharpe raised a warm, one-handed greeting.