Is it, now? [This is more his element. Banter back and forth has been a love of his for ages, and the grin on him shifts more into his usual humor as he takes the brush back where it's been and... on a whim, he steps and is suddenly downstairs in the kitchen, for none other than to see the reaction from Vincent while he gets the cups down for them and tends to the kettle.]

Oh, whatever am I to do? My own child hates me and now I'm forced to be here with him night and day, looking for ways to free his own son from a terrible fate. I told myself I should have been a better father and now my son has become me, a terrible father himself, wanting to help me with the young Earl. My legacy is doomed!