W-Well, I did not think it in — in quite those words —

[stuttering and stammering like a nervous preschooler, francel finally takes enough patting on the back to hold up one hand in indication of his good health. i'm alright. please don't worry. as bad an idea as it seems, he takes another sip of champagne to soothe his sore throat, and then puts the glass back.]

I... I suppose... my father might like to know, but... I feel he has never been terribly interested in my affairs...