[He made that time because he had to!! Learn to make time for stuff that isn't stressful in some way, god. Xerxes hums thoughtfully, like he hasn't given this as much thought as he has.]

I want to drink, first. [Obviously... this is deflecting. He holds his hand out in Reim's direction for his glass.] Then maybe if you stop acting like I've made very scandalous suggestions, I'd like to take a walk after lunch. Are you capable of doing that without your head exploding?