[For a moment he tenses. There seems to be a supernatural force in this world that encourages the loss of control and that is a very apprehensive notion. Eventually, after the wheels in his head have all but spun out in the brain-fog, he heaves a sigh. It's frustrating trying to think below the surface level in this state.]

...While I would like to say you shouldn't feel obligated it would also be quite troublesome if something like that did happen. So... Thank you.

[That subtle twitch draws his attention and shortly after that studying the wine tycoon's lower lash line becomes compelling. Usually Albedo is at home with natural lulls in conversation. Yet—]

Now if only I had something to sketch with.