"T-to work-- a-and I will!" [Flug blusters, remaining in an upright confident posture, despite the contradictory nervousness of his speech.]

"It.. just didn't exactly sound like it had the highest priority." [He mutters hesitantly approaching. Internally alarms are going off. God, he hopes he's reading this right and making the right call. It brings him back to their first big fight at the old apartment. The first time the ancient evil let his perfect facade slip. 'Plan? There is no plan!' Last time Flug had his anger to guide him. It's a lot more terrifying to have a clear head this go around.]

"If I'm wrong I'll go right now, boss, but I.. thought I'd be put to better use.. here."

[Another step closer, both to keep his confidence and also to get a better look at what his boss is up to.]

"Unless I'm interrupting something?"

[Or are you blankly staring at a mirror. Again?]