[He tilts his head back, muses in the direction of the ceiling.]

Or before that. Things that mattered in my world that are beginning to seem increasingly pointless here.

[He reaches down to tear off a small piece of bread and pop it into his mouth, then follows it with a sip of the sweet wine he's brought to accompany the meal.]

Well, it probably isn't worth overthinking it. Pick a number between one and six.