King Troya: Roy doesn’t really… talk to me about these matters. I mainly rely on Loris here for… h-how is he, by the way?

Buzz: Frost? He’s fine.

King Troya: Oh good! He’s fine. [Troya gives a nervous/sad laugh] It’s funny, isn’t it? You live an ocean away and he talks more to you than he does me.

Loris: My King.

[Loris nods towards the councilmen who enter the room.]

King Troya: Well, enough pleasantries. My council has arrived.