Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

Anatoly just laughed into his tea, not bothered by the cantankerous air. He didn't think Lex was serious, and even if he had been, he'd have been more than happy to remind his friend whose fault it was that he'd become bed-ridden in the first place.

"If you are sure you feel up for it, then yes, by all means." He turned his chair so he could face Lex properly, keeping his cup beside him. "On what topic, today?"