[To be honest, Albert had also been wondering whether this was some form of limbo, and if he'd somehow passed away without realising it. But he hardly feels like saying that now-- if he were a dog, you would be able to see the hackles on the back of his neck raised.]
... Well then, fortunately for me, I don't particularly care what you see or don't see, monsieur.
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... Well then, fortunately for me, I don't particularly care what you see or don't see, monsieur.