[ Frontal's eyes follow Angelo's delicate fingers as they retreat from correcting his hair. Angelo will not let him be anything less than perfect - idly Frontal muses if he still holds any ambitions of killing him should he fall short of expectations. That'd be an amusing challenge to keep him on his toes while they're here, at least. ]

Unfortunately, I find myself quite bad at sitting still.

[ He's never done it before. All his life, there has been more work than one person could reasonably hope to achieve in a day and he's doing nothing but rushing to catch up and make the impossible possible. Now, he's lost. ]

Maybe I should ask you for advice on how to rest - provided you have figured it out for yourself, Lieutenant.

[ HE'S NOT THE ONLY WORKAHOLIC IN THIS HOUSE! ]