No doubt. And, by the by, this is certainly best imagined with much anguished robe clutching, so I hope you're following along.

If you insist on acting as representative and spokesperson of the Imperium within this Inquisition (which, by the way, is a somewhat liberal interpretation of what I've said prior on the subject) then you must respect its politics and place in the world. You are no longer a boy, free to act without consequence.

I could almost be convinced he believes that himself.

[ There is the sound of paper flipping and shuffling, being set aside. The edge lessens in his voice. ] Started strong, but ends on a bit of a whimper, if you ask me. Continues on with a few half-hearted jabs, something again about duty, as if he still has any intention for me to see the inside of the Magisterium.

I could write him back. Inform him we danced much better than these spurious rumours clearly led him to believe.