[Fortunately, all Lockon's rage lies behind certain buttons, and Aion hasn't pushed them yet. At that poking, he just shrugs. He can tell he's being baited now, and in response, he falls back into casual amiability. He smiles.]

It wasn't for nothing, but if I'd done it differently, maybe things would have been better. There's no use worrying about that now, though. Did you want another drink?