The air is thick and rich with subtleties that Lionel makes no secret of notating. His gaze is sharp, alive, and searching hopefully for an ingrained answer that he has tried to foster since the day his son was born.

A slow nod is offered for acknowledgment once Lex presents his case.

"Don't mistake favor for success. The collective body doesn't know what is best for it without the regulation of the brain. It's not always the favorable choices that keep that body alive."

He places his napkin over the remainder of his food that is by now far too cold for his taste.