I don't have a low opinion of you at all. [He spreads his hands apart and smiles. It's a goad just like the other things he's said. Yet his eyes meet Keith's in with bring it, Keith written there. He sleeps very lightly himself.

An old habit from the Arena that never let him go. He removes the cushion from the chair and inspects the work. Very nice.]

Keith is right, you sleep like the dead, your window was unlocked and you snore.