Please. It would bore you to tears. Accounting, books and Bibles, what to eat next. Easily ninety percent of my day.

[It comes easily, the familiar scoff and deflection. He can't bring himself to care overly if it's transparent. He'd rather be accused of it than speak his mind. He has hurt him quite enough for one day, when it was the last thing he intended. He'll just have to get better at controlling himself, set up his own set of private rules and adhere to them.]

This, too, will pass. You'll see.