Well, there was hardly any point in asking questions one could already guess the answers to with a least some level.

"Mmm." The sound was as much grunt as it was a hum. "Indeed."

And it was tempting, to just leave it at that, and allow the brevity to continue to speak volumes, but it was far more tempting to not give it space to linger.

"Anyway," he said, almost dismissively; the wave of his hand was practically audible in his tone, "one can hardly expect a man who wears his scars like badges to ignore a golden opportunity to go picking at old wounds, and he does have so few chances to be clever..."