[Slade looked up into the sky with a solemn sigh. ...Oh, that's right, he had engaged a conversation hadn't he? What was it that Riff--oh. Right. That explained the frown on Slade's face. He scoffs quietly and adjusts his jacket sleeves. Compared to his parents, Riff's sounded a lot... nicer.] ...I see. How... [Frustrated, he searched his mind for the right word...] ...enigmatic.