Are mine riddled with trivia, or are yours trivial riddles?

[He grins. Of course he does.]

Not that it matters, of course. This sort of circumlocutious exchange is hardly liable to serve you well in the long run. [He cocks his head, one ear twitching as if hearing something far away.] No, I dare say it's too late to matter much now. You might as well just go and dance your way off of that blasted train again. Perhaps later I may follow suit. Who's to say?

[His head tilts to the opposite side, and he rolls his eyes slowly skyward.]

Other than you, of course. Ever the pedant, aren't you? Ah, well. Such is fate.