That stirs him. Lemm snaps to attention from his quiet haze of recovery and instinctively looks at the Knight.

They are not there.

He glances around a bit, first over the wrong side of his desk then over the other side of his seat, and finally he leans over to peer down at the only remaining place they could be.

With a hand braced on the counter, Lemm stares. His laughter is hard-won and he has just recovered from some, still aching around his middle. So, instead:

The Knight receives perhaps the most smug look Lemm has ever given them. This one is going in the record.