"San. Very well, I shall say that then." Miquel smiles apologetically. "Ah, but forgive me. I am not entirely certain. If you are trying to tell him that he's not the stablest, and that he's a little... eruptive, you wouldn't be the first wise man to founder on his rocks of stubbornness. I can think of two Cesares - no, three - that can quite happily - or unhappily co-exist. But was it something you did here to currently prompt that?"