It's not like he's all that set on permanence anyway.

He misses intelligent conversation, he really does--Legato was his previous source of it and, well, we can all see how well that worked out. So he follows all of it with a smirk, his elbows set on the table, propping up his frame. He can feel the pressure up at his shoulders, more signs that he should really probably be resting.

But time waits for no one.

"The powers-that-be are bad enough," he extends, picking at his food (though he is not paying attention to it in the least), "But Legato has always been... good at making things much more difficult than they need to be."