"I find myself certain of it."

With utter resignation, Ozpin bends to retrieve his dropped book. But he only places the book on a side table and settles on the sofa, the spot beside him open in invitation. He raises a hand to trace the tines upon his head with an easy familiarity, beginning to reacclimate to their weight.

"Difficult to say whether it is meant as a shared joke, or one purely at our expense."