Idle hands are the devil's plaything, or so they like to say. It's a good thing there's so much work to be done, isn't there?

[ Without something to focus on, he idles about and reminisces far too much.

Oh, right, there was tea, wasn't there. He takes the opportunity to drink that while he's not preoccupied with staring at swords, taking a moment to admire the cup's worksmanship before he does so. ]

It seems to me you have a veritable collection of cups, Mr Kiske. I admit I wouldn't have thought it of you.