How do you expect either of us to figure it out when he isn't here?

[ Bite clearly intended, softened from both nerves and lack of energy. Letting his frustrations about everything out on a conveniently annoying target would be nice, but even if said target might not kill him if provoked there's plenty of other ways to get him to cut out the attitude. And Gogol is a creative man.

He waves a hand as if to shoo those thoughts. ]

Once he's in front of me, it won't be a problem. I honor my deals, Gogol.