[ It's because Yves is leaning on him and he's just like I FUMBLED INCREDIBLE HARD HERE. That's his life all the time, though.

He's pulled back up, eyes closed and grumbling like a toddler who doesn't want to wake up to REALITY. Eventually, he gets himself together, thinking. ]

... This reminds me I was always working, so I didn't really spend much time on interests and hobbies as of late. Swordfighting's more of necessity than an interest of mine. I played the lute?