[It'll be fine; he'll stew about it and then compartmentalize it away to be stewed about in more detail later, in private. As with all things that are far too embarrassing for public consumption.

So: the rest of the clothes, which come out in all manner of purple shades. The guilty party itself is a deep purple waistcoat, which Lorenz sighs over as he sets it aside with the rest. Betrayed, by his most favorite find in the shop...]

Mm. One thing at a time. Let us discuss something else, then, besides my - comedy of errors. What was I saying, just a moment ago... Ah, yes, [the crushing weight of wanting to go back home and take care of his people] Reform efforts.