"Ah. But I do have a purpose, Master Xellos. Would not getting back what is mine count as one?"
While the scribe is a complete lazy-arse (when not working to the point of breakdown and exhaustion, shoveling muck in the pseudo-glorious trenches of rock'n'roll life), she thinks Cesare needs to get his arse into gear, yes. But he's also known to have suffered phases of bleakest despondency, in-between all his indomitable veni, vidi, vici.