The resulting is slightly uncomfortable, but could be moreso, all things considered.

"I have," he admits, "but-- I do, sometimes. The weather, mostly, and being surrounded by fine things and never having to do any work for myself." He smiles wryly, fully aware of how punchable he was-- is?

"I don't miss the expectation of becoming a Magister." Flips another page, glances at it, sorts it, "I was never cut out for it. It would've been a disaster. ...and anyway, Mother will probably keep herself alive for so long, I'd never have been able to inherit in the first place."