"I think the societal problems you've been sensitized to have been, perhaps, in different areas," he says in an attempt at tact, and then looks vexed. "You meesanderstend me, Qvirinus," he says haughtily, crossing his arms high on his chest with a restrained and gothic flourish, "unt, I sink, delivwerately. If vun is applyink for ein mestery in brüery, vun mast gif ozzers ze respect of ze title zey haf in zeir öwn turn urnt." Returning to his own voice, "It's what I was told at the beginning of my own apprenticeship. I myself do not keep ducks, nor have I rooms to provide."
"You may be underestimating the capacity of your former fellows," he says merely, and then looks affronted. "I said it was tedious, not indelicate. If mere labor would serve, the stuff would be standard issue at the Registry and wouldn't cost the earth. You may observe."