"I suppose you could rifle through our documents. And sell them to... I don't know. Wherever you've been." He strolls out of the office and into the hall, moving toward the stairs-- the many, many stairs-- so they can begin their long descent to the kitchen.

"Where have you been?" he asks, glancing over his shoulder to fix Vandelin with an inquisitive look, "it's been an age." A dragon one, even.