No, trust me, Dimitri, I am grateful. Really. I'd feel weird if I didn't have you chasing after me with a stick every day and trying to beat me up in the name of getting stronger, and I was all by myself with nothing better to do than to take a nap.

[It's terrible, because he is, because if he didn't have a fucking king to fret over he doesn't know what he'd do- probably try to fuck every girl in the area, throw himself at a monster, die. What's the point of Faerghus if his friends weren't there? What's the point?

But he doesn't say that. They both know.]

Anyway, I'm wasting a perfectly good frown, here. Come on, just give me a glance. You seriously can't say that...

[What's Dimitri looking at, just gonna turn around and look for it...]

...ceiling, I think, is more interesting than me.