[Isaac looks to Hector a beat, wide-eyed, as if the question drips with insolence and is worth a crisp slap to the face. He did enjoy putting on a theatrical performance after all.]

Well, if you please, good sir. I did not come merely to stand before you and block the wind so that you might read in peace. [He folds his arms across his chest, cocking his head as if to say, 'well...?'.]