[ There's a massive desk. On the beach.

Sylvain is eyeing it a bit dubiously even before Rufus speaks and then he gives a quiet snort of laughter as he glances from the very out-of-place piece of furniture and the man perched atop it. ]

I suppose so? Why do I get the feeling that your opinion of your father is complicated enough that offering to set the thing on fire probably isn't gonna cut it?

[ Or maybe that's his own daddy issues talking. ]