[Oh don't worry, Eiffel is inordinately pleased, and he giggles like a fucking toddler at the sight.]

Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all night.

[He finally picks up his coke no rum, and gestures idly with it.]

You know, there's plenty of asshole wardens, or lethal murder-happy wardens. That's not a prerequisite to graduating. It's mostly just- you know, pick your time and place for 'em. Pick better battles, put some back, that sort of thing.