[Another puncture, one closer to the final product.] Indeed not, and I never asked you to consult me in your own matters, but I always did enjoy your visits. [On that, he won't elaborate. He doesn't need to.]

Ah, yes. That butler of yours. Does he care for my chain now? I would assume so, since he seems to do everything else for you, but what do I know? [If he's at all bothered by his assumptions, be they right or wrong, he's letting on to nothing. But the pumpkin does have one or two more holes in it. A few more and the nose will be ready to come out.]