Would it be better if I spent all my time under your watchful eye?

[It was said with no small amount of scorn. Even if it was Lancia, the thought was enough to dredge up memories best forgotten. It chafed at his wrists and neck like restraints, and he turned away from Lancia lest he see his temper and continue to judge him as immature.

He took a breath before answering, pleased and somewhat soothed at the thought that Lancia would miss him enough to call him.]

A good thing then that I'm here. If only to save you from an expensive phone bill.