"O-Of course not!" Roman's wounded by that accusation, he pouts when he thought so poorly of him. "They are all helping to save the world, you know." There are more Servants in Chaldea than living staff too which makes it difficult to keep up. He deflates a little after the scolding, his shoulder sag and he gives a dramatic sigh. "This is a Grand Order, after all."

It's something that rarely will come up again. There are times he recalls he was the forefather of all magi, not that he'll take responsibility for their present mess.

He nods, "She knows her origins," he confirms but doesn't talk about what she doesn't know. At least as far as Roman's aware. Her limited lifespan, something he's tried to look into without success. He is saddened by this, but can't bring herself to pity the girl, because pity is dehumanizing who she is. "I met her four years ago and I raised her as well as I could," he confirms, looking down, scratching the back of his head. Maybe it's not good enough. "She's come a long way since then."

He's very proud of Mash. That fatherly smile returns to his lips, but now is directed to someone else, for another reason.

"Oh, well, sure?" he isn't certain, but come to think about it, "You must be tired." Maybe not his body but this must have been emotionally exhausting. "I understand the change must have been shocking, so we can postpone it until you're ready."