"That's not true," he says quietly. "You have a family and a... a career of endeavor; I have the House and my craft. The difference is that you can be separated from both; I can only be at a remove from one. If I've found this place healthier, more peaceful than you have, well, some of what I've had taken from me is an ulcer-inducing burden of imprisonment. I can try to support you, in my way, because I haven't been as undermined; I've gained as well as lost. Don't think I judge you poorly, knowing you haven't. If I prod you, now and again, it's not from ill-thinking."
"Oh, I certainly think he'll try to find him," he says, face going neutral. "He's always been as devoted as his wife. I'm inclined to encourage him, if trying to join a world where we won will distract him from necromancy and taking vengeance in this world. Besides, he's never been one to be happy without a mission, or alone. But," his expression un-blands itself, "do you really want to host him? I really only brought him here because you've tried to leave and I haven't, at least not very hard. I saw your face," he's teasing now, "when he asked for beer and so on. He's always been very much the country gentleman, Rodolphus."