Ooooh god. [ reaching up to pull his glasses off and rub at his eye with two fingers. ] Good gracious in the heavens above, who did I piss off to deserve this? [ sighing. ]

You're not joking, are you? [ meeting the man's gaze (which is much easier due to the fact he cannot see shit. ] I'm really talking to Altaïr Ibn La'ahad, standing the middle of Asgard, conversing about my dead colleague who's been miraculously resurrected. Fan-tastic. Just what I wanted to do with my day, you know?