Suitov: I sense he had much more to ask.
Weft: He savours a challenging task.
Suitov: His smugness can grate.
Weft: Don't rise to the bait.
Suitov: I may grow irate.
Weft: Be icy, sedate.
Suitov: His masters I hate.
Weft: I... re...iterate?
Suitov: They'll meet with their fate.
Weft: You're evil.
Suitov: Just wait.
Weft: Alas for a skeleton mask.