"Master Cain…"
A long sigh. "What?"
"It's so… long…"
"Is that a bad thing?"
"No; I just didn't expect it to be—"
"Yeah, I know…"
"It couldn't be shorter?"
"Apparently I can't control that."
"Truly?"
"Truly. You should know that."
"Of course… it's… it's beautiful, Master Cain."
"I'm glad you think so."
Riff glanced up. "But are you sure you can't make this poem shorter?"
Cain rolled his eyes. "I told you I can't!"
Riff chuckled. "Of course, of course…"
(Mind out of the gutter, you dirty dirty people!)