An impossible one. ( Because let's face it, it will be a cold day in hell when someone manages to surpass Arthur. ) Not that I mind you doing your best to pave the way for the new generation, but they'll end up with unrealistic expectations.

( Another sip of his drink, a flick of his wrist. It's easy and unconcerned. The tension he's been holding has practically bled free. )

Don't tell me it's been all work though. You're too young to go prematurely grey from stress. Tell me you've been up to something interesting, or I might weep.

( A sniff. )

I worry so.