[as affectionately as possible under this particular mood]

Silence. I'm not in the mood to listen to that.

We won't go to Gerasimos. Neither of us are severing our body parts.

Disgusting . . .

Messy . . . ?

Tell me what you're thinking of. I haven't thought much of it.

. . . his death broke our contract.

I stood and watched it happen. I could have killed that brat, you stopped me. I was comfortable working with him, I had no desire for our contract to conclude, and therefore my nature demands I restore the balance and return him to life.

Which?

I'm aware. I'm not sure if I'll be restoring the contract or not, I am quite displeased with him, but I'm aware.

. . . he doesn't feel sorrow. He's cut it out of himself.

I found it displeasing too.

Quite. What are you asking me to do? Be succinct.