He smiles and shrugs. "Oh, I don't care. It's a matter between the two of you. But, you see, it's that his position is that he's as far from a horse as Borgia-kun is from a lemur."
Xel leans his elbows on the table, props his chin on his hands. "It's not a good place to be, you know, and, well, probably even worse in this time. But I suppose you weren't speaking literally, ne. Would you tell me about this road you're on, and perhaps what keeps you on it?"