[You know what? Nah, Ignis is starting to think Laurent isn't worthy of his fists. In fact, the return to that 'oh-so-practiced politician voice' causes him to flatten both hands against the rock he's sitting on so he can lean forward slightly in Laurent's direction.]

Hiding behind walls, pushing away those who get too close. It's such a wonderful life, if it can be called that. Are you glad you've let your uncle turn you into this?

[Nice try, but the attempt to change the topic is totally ignored. This is about Laurent and Laurent only now.]

What a wonderful legacy. And when shall I expect you to turn to beheadings and poisons yourself?