I requested it. We were trying to... [he pauses, thinking.] Cy and I agreed that we would work on ranking me up rather than him, because it made the most sense. He's able to travel anywhere he wants without limitations, at least within the space of the resort.

[Tseng, hopefully, has learned this by now — he doesn't believe Cy has tried to conceal it.]

I don't want to be a royal rank. [A quick glance of mismatched eyes through lashes, and he clears his throat.] Sorry. [Mister Jack Rank.] But that sort of attention... it sounds frustrating. I prefer the anonymity of the lower ranks, but I'd like more storage space. And a kitchen. [He watches steam billow as Tseng pours with such practiced grace.] And a private bathroom.

[Simple needs!!!]