[ A soft laugh. His tone is still light, still musing. ]

And what sort of work keeps you around such dire types, I wonder?

[ he reaches up, to drift his fingers down his lips in thought. ]

I suppose there is merit in finding something new. It must be far better than miring yourself with the routine, hm?

[ A curl of his lips. ]

You are correct, for the most part. [ A beat. ] Even a cantankerous old thing like me can appreciate youthful energy, of course. In moderation.

[ "In Moderation", silco your daughter is Jinx. ]