[ a drumming of his fingers, and a sigh, and a crossing of his arms. he looks irritated, annoyed, frustrated, but he keeps it all together.... significantly well, considering that ending.
leave it to that damn witch.
lotor eventually does speak, but his tone sounds relatively disaffected, considering: ]
Sunday dinner is going to be awkward.
[ his takeover and reformation of the empire would have been a lot simpler had the idiot psychotic megalomaniac of an old man just gone and died already, and taken his stupid antiquated lions with him.
what an inconvenience. ]