[...Sorry Franziska. He's staring at you because he isn't used to you going off on a tangent at him. In his mind, you're still three years old, three feet tall, and certainly a lot more adorable.]

[But he eventually shakes his head - because sleeping for nine days slowed down his thinking - and puts on a haughty looking smirk, recrossing his arms.]

If this is what you call the perfect way of the von Karma, things must have changed since I last saw you. I do not exactly recall your father throwing a whip around, Franziska.