Sneaky

"Good evening, sir." A disembodied voice rings out.
"Hello, Lyspe."
"I believe that I am currently Layt at the moment, sir."
"Ah. That would explain the sudden politeness."
"Oui oui, sir. How was your day today, mon ami?"
The man John started, "Well, it was kind of weird. First, there is a sudden and piercing sense of dramatism that befell me sometime during lunch, as if someone had fallen to his or her knees and yelled a largely dramatic 'Noooo'. Then, there was this guy whom I walked past in the street and his voice was abnormal. It was like multiple voices spoke at the same time. I quite liked his tattoo on the neck though."
"What sort of tattoo was it, mon ami, is I may ask?"
"Like a 'c', except with longer tails and a sharp cut originating from the top tail of the 'c' and cutting diagonally down to the right through the bottom tail."
"Ah, an AIDA." The voice whispers softly.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing, sir. Nothing of consequence. Nothing that would at all interest you. Nope. Not at all. Abosolutely nothing. It's just a man John."
"Which man John?"
"Forget I ever asked, sir."
The man John continued walking down his mansion.
"Layt?"
"I am Slyp now, friend."
"You change so fast I can hardly keep up."
"I do not change, it is our mind that takes its turn. I, however, am the same as I was since the last we talked."
"Not the point. Anyway, I just wanted to ask if you could help me do some research on this thing I heard. It's called the Braced Thread. I have no idea what it is. I overheard it from that man I mentioned. You know, the one with the tattoo."
Another whisper, "AIDA..."
"What?"
"I said nothing. I will search for it for you."