"Is that so? Then you won't mind providin' me with a list of who you remember seein', will you?"

Murdoc slides some parchment forward in a serene manner, staring at Sollux for a long moment before he searches about his desk for a quill and ink. The comment is enough to make him raise his eyebrow, but he doesn't respond. He does need to grit his teeth to stop himself from snapping as he places a quill and ink in front of the younger man.

"Proceed."