Altair: There’s nothing we could possibly talk about. I don’t know what that berryhole father of mine has–

Sirius: This has nothing to do with Valerian. Trust me, you’ll want to hear what I have to say.

Altair: Somehow, I find that hard to believe.

Sirius: Ten minutes. That’s all I’m asking for.

Altair: [groans] Fine. I’ll talk, but you have to walk with me. I don’t want my heart rate to drop too much.

Sirius: I think I can manage that.