[Hubert listens to this without interruption, not even with his expression. He simply sits, his hands lacing together in front of his chin like he's watching Claude make a move in chess, not discussing the ramifications of their strange circumstances.

When he finishes Hubert still doesn't say anything or move, maybe still thinking. Maybe wanting to make him squirm. Eventually, just after it's been long enough to be uncomfortable:]

Very well. While I can't say I'm convinced by your arguement, you do have a point that I am not a man to sit idle. If you wish to hear what I say I suppose I'll answer your questions for now. But not over this device. In person, or not at all.

A without your new northern hounds as well.