I dread the day he's bored again. [There's something funny about how they're keeping him from setting everything on fire. He picks up another ornament, his snake friend curled up around his arm, looking up at him.]

...I've heard you've certainly done more than come to a compromise. [The snakes might have been whispering things. He looks to 76, his brows furrow. He seem to be struggling on what to say.] I suppose it doesn't matter what I really think of it all. Just that, are you happy?