"You do sleep. I'll grant you that. Not as much as you should, but you do." Aeleus agrees readily. He hardly even misses a beat; argument and counterargument are both old hat by now. He's more than willing to give credit where it's due, but distracting him isn't going to work, and nor will generalizing the aspect he has improved on.

Aeleus is quiet to allow the requisite weighing of priorities, before nodding in satisfaction and releasing Even to pull up a chair of his own. He sets his tea aside, reaching to take Even's pen; isn't it nice to have predictable checkpoints like these? If this one is bypassed, the next step would have clearly been to argue the wasted efficiency of lacking mental clarity that came with not giving his mind the proper fuel it needed in a timely fashion. \

Even if this short-term loss of productivity slowed him down, in the long run, it would make things faster, especially since having an extra set of hands would help to offset this initial loss. He should appreciate a good investment when he sees one, and well understand the basic mechanics of any energy-driven system. "I do insist. Feel free to start." Start at both, that is; he's ready to pick up where Even is leaving off, and the food is there to be eaten, and still hot at that.