[ rest assured he'll be scolding himself privately for reacting so personally— already, there's a tiny glint of displeasure in his eyes, but it wicks away quickly as he sets up a mask of normalcy with which to conceal it. ]
Ahh. [ a dismissive wave of a hand paired with the faintest sigh as he lets himself settle, returning his demeanor to something calmer, far more unassuming. ] The frustration of captivity loosens my tongue, it seems. [ it isn't an apology, though, and piter hopes that dexter marks that. ]
Nearly seventy days, now, I believe. [ he knows exactly how many days, of course, but adopts a more casual air. it will not do to seem too affected, too vulnerable. ]