Of course I'm not. I don't belong in some run-down place like this.

[ Someone's a rich boy. IV sighs and glances down at his feet - the distraction from his thoughts seems to be helping a little. Still a bit cranky, but not jealous. He gestures to his feet and looks back up at the other. ]

I'll ask you anyway; got any idea how to turn this crap off? Seeing it doesn't exactly improve my mood.