[ Perhaps it's amusing; that his prickly ex-novice picked up someone so alike to his dearly detested maker in many ways, and so unlike himself. Perhaps it's fondness, or perhaps it's merely coincidence...either way, it's something to hold over the other's head with glee. ]

I do ever so like one who does their due diligence. Either they've got no enthusiasm, or their acting is atrocious. Perhaps I should suggest a class on it...

[ Acting is a perfectly suitable skill, he thinks. Perhaps not in line with revelry itself, but it can always bring a bit of flavor to a party.

Ash moves not an inch as Lamorak finally steps into his office, merely peering through all multiple blinking blues as he comes up to rest beside the desk. He touches nothing quite yet, such a polite little thing he is, and the elder promptly leans back for dramatic effect as a hand comes to his head. ]

At least someone understands. [ He's definitely hamming it up, but that's to be expected. ] Not to mention they decided to scold me into working...as if I'm lacking! Can you believe it? How heartless, implying I don't care for the lives of our dear children.

[ 'Children' being anybody from teenagers to men in their 60's, but the thought remains. ]