[His keen eye doesn't miss that subtle reaction. He softens his tone.]

No, that isn't true. I am no king, no hero, no grand explorer of the unknown. All I am is a drunken writer who died well past his prime. My word should hold no such sway over you. I would be a piss-poor Master -- that is why I don't want the responsibilities of one. All I can do is whine and whinge, and hope that affects your decision-making in some fashion.

[He looks at him.]

It's as you said. We're partners in this Bond -- nothing more and nothing less.