Re: [Phonecall: Caspar/Matilda]
[More awake now. Smoking(a match flares). Drinking(ice clinks).] I have no doubt you'll be the one to relieve me of life's miseries, ma malchance chat noir. [Hypothesizing about the inclusion of Hazel.] ... but you do so love an audience.
[Then, resigning.] Where are you? I suppose I'll come.