[An amused huff escapes his lips as he shakes his head. The data pad's fine, so onto the next one. Nyx isn't going to pretend how to fold it up. With his luck?

He'd break it before folding it together.]

I know the feeling, on both accounts. Some days I wake up with my ears still ringing.

[Vaguely, he finds himself assuming Annie would be among those difficult ones. And himself, honestly. Difficult in that he couldn't be counted on to follow orders when the orders are absurd.]

I can't say I'm jealous of your position, or of anyone leading an army. I don't know how Drautos ever did it. [At mention of Drautos, the image warps almost instantly into a hulking figure in a strange, twisted armor. The pang of deep regret, even sadness, shoots through Nyx. He'd trusted Drautos, once.

But he smiles a little, despite it.] Any punishments I should know about for breaking orders?

[Because becoming a royal chauffeur was a hell of a demotion.]