[ What kind of SORCERY... no, Douman, stay civil. ]

Ah, irrefutably! [ I bet you taste delicious, furry noodle... Douman's smile curves a bit too sharply for comfort, but it still remains comfortably safe. For now. ]

But it seems wasted in a place like this, hmm? What good is your sunny disposition when no one here can appreciate it? Would you not benefit from relocating, or are there reasons beyond your duty that keep you tragically rooted to this frozen prison?