['Hardly', he says, disagreeing with it being a simple matter of semantics. But he doesn't put up a fight, likely too muzzy-headed and spacey for it. He idly rubs his oily fingers together, looking away from them only when Hector begins to ask questions.] Relaxed...?
[He latches onto the word, both puzzled and vaguely amused.] ...for what?
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[He latches onto the word, both puzzled and vaguely amused.] ...for what?