[ Admittedly, he supposes he was being a bit deliberately obtuse. Very well then.

His lips spread into a familiar off-smile, as if amused, even if the weight sits heavy within him. Not exactly simple amusement, but he feels a laugh about to bubble up in his throat. ]

Is that so...? Nothing earth-shattering...some disappointment of my own. That the wish the results were different...

[ A flicker of something like intense candle-light visible in one of his eyes; nothing supernatural, just emotion. He thinks his words speak for themselves. The way he utters them with a cold smile. ]

It will pass. Why would you ask?