[he gives him a long, steady look as he empties his glass, then places it firmly on the table.]

Here's the thing, lad. I like to consider myself a rather forthright sort of man. [maybe not honest, but direct, always.] Never had time for intrigue, for courtly games. How much easier life would be, I've always thought, if we merely said what we meant, rather than feigning and fawning like damned eunuchs.

You've got something on your mind. I can see it in your eyes. Now, say it with your tongue.