[Having been apart from his twin for most of his life and thus spared a bulk of the mistakes that near-identical resemblance might cause, the implication of Fabria's words are slow to dawn on Nikos.

Then his blank look curdles into one he spares for dogshit found on the sole of his boot.]

Yes, well. I realized that I have nothing better to do with my time except pretend that I know what I'm doing, run up bar tabs, and fuck impulsively-- [A gesture, extravagantly sarcastic.] --so why not. Can we get this over with.

[He sulks into the room to go and lean up against a wall, arms crossed over his chest. All good intentions soured at being mistaken for his brother, he ignores his cousin and especially ignores Caspar, and instead says, offhand, to the seething mummy:] Hello, Aunt Berenike. Is everyone being kind to you?