[the very idea of seeing an astral spirit, the very embodiment of the magic Dohalim uses, some that could claim as a god among men, pouting is a thought that Dohalim can't fathom. to think that he could be reduced to such a... childish display... he won't lie, he kind of wants to see it.

as for the question on his free time... he's thankful for the short distraction as the next course of their meal is served. a cut up roast rappig, a delicacy he enjoys quite a bit. but it truly is short as they're soon left to their own devices again; he takes one more sip of his wine]

I... Do not have much free time on my hands.

[it's the short answer, of course. if he were to get into detail as to why, it would delve into topics he'd rather not talk about at the moment]

It is... Rather hard to allow myself when there is so much I must do to improve Menancia and the quality of life for all. But... For those rare times, I enjoy divulging in the arts. Poetry, specifically, and...

[he trails off, mind wandering to the violin encased in his room, untouched for years. every so often, he thinks about pulling it out, but... it is something he doesn't deserve to enjoy, anymore]