[Ah— well, there's something to look at, anyway. Octavian tries to track a few of those sparks, halfway expecting them to form into something he can properly see... but apparently not.

He glances over at the other figure; was that them? Please, this is fine.]

Then they are misusing their all-important free time. [If they even exist, he doesn't add; better not make this one fussy.] You so very badly want for me to make a deal. I wonder. What am I to you? Greedy? Or a fool?