Mycroft raised an eyebrow. It was the closest that he would ever come to admitting that he was.. almost impressed with the man, But for him, it was significant. Though he did resent that this man thought that he looked like his brother. he was sure that he looked much more sophisticated- even if he had gotten the damned famous Holmes nose. It was a curse handed down by the male Holmes line, and he had gotten it. It had somehow skipped Sherlock.

"I'm afraid that I am not at liberty to say what my colleagues want to find in or around the Gardens." He said, glad, that they were finally getting down to brass tacks. This banter was getting tiresome. "Suffice to say that you will be paid handsomely for your time, more so if the Gardens are found, and that you will be supplied with everything that your expedition will need for the trip."

"I can assure you that if it is located, that no harm will come of it. We are not there to ransack it, merely to.. learn its secrets, much like you, I would think."