[ He's not going to even bother with the meatball act here because he's quite aware that he can infuriate this one well enough on his own. Teehee. ]

Tis not fortuitous that Reim be alive and well, sayest thou? Alas, a friend thou art!

[ You can simply hear the smugness in his voice as he lazily fans his face. ]

Ah, speaking of health, t'would be rude of me not to inquire of thine. How art thou faring, post-tantrums? One fit should be strenuous enough, but two-- really, to be so careless of the body thou hast already wrought thin? Tis rather-- moronic, perhaps? Idiotic? "Pea-brained"?