"And I have to work hard for this!" He sounds defensive, almost? Playfully dramatic, at least. "Seriously, bugbear metabolisms are a pain; I eat a lot and my body wants to sleep a ton." Then Garrot whines like a sad dog, for the life he leads is one of constant effort. "Then there's my kids..." And he sighs, knowing they'll all feel the cosmic disturbance of him having mentioned them. His days are numbered. But then there's a glimmer of realization, and his voice gets sing-songy.

"You never answered my question, y'know. Whatcha been up to?" Garrot looks like the cat bugbear that caught the canary duck as he permits himself one (1) mischievous giggle.