[He drapes himself over the arm of his couch as he snags his mimosa. As he brings it to his mouth, his lips curl. He flicks the glass and the color changes somewhat. And then he sips.]
You're barely surviving without your servants— I mean, your disciples, aren't you?
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[He drapes himself over the arm of his couch as he snags his mimosa. As he brings it to his mouth, his lips curl. He flicks the glass and the color changes somewhat. And then he sips.]
You're barely surviving without your servants— I mean, your disciples, aren't you?