[ If only Leaks acted on those desires, Tartaglia will be much happier than he currently is right now. He already has his line cast out into the waters, and so he settles down by the edge of the dock so his feet dangle over the murky sea.

He doesn't even seem all that bothered by the icy stare, too pleased to be back here fishing. ]

Hm? Of course I do. I used to go ice fishing a lot with my father when I was younger. That was a whole different beast. Sometimes, we'd go hours without having any bites so he liked to fill in the time by telling me stories about his adventures...

[ Did Leaks ask about that? Not really, but he got it anyway. ]

Do I not look like the patient type?

[ He's genuinely curious. ]