"Theodore," Rodolphus replied with the barest nod of his head. There was no cognac in front of him, merely a cup of tea which he ignored. He let a hint of irritation cross his face at the question as though he'd had the question directed at him too many times recently. "I am... perfectly well."
He shifted in his armchair, making sure he moved carefully and a little stiffly, like a man expecting it to hurt. He settled in a new position and let a tiny sigh escape his lips.
"What is it you wished to speak to me about?" he said, pretending to ignore his 'condition'.