Readin', schemin', buyin' shit to flesh out my wardrobe since ewerythin' from my summer wardrobe is gettin' thrown out, and tryin' to solwe that stupid riddle a yours. The Ninnian one.

[a beat. when he answers, his tone is light.]

I promised somebody a hundred bucks to turn up and kick you in the shame globes. So I'd be watchin' my back, if I was you.

[assault of a public official is definitely more illegal than minor graffiti, after all, even if he only started on it a few days ago.

his voice is still pleasant.]

What's most important to you?