The only actual stressful duty of a King who does as the Council says whenever he was not in the mood to be rebellious and reasonable was sign darn appeals. That was exactly what Gaffer was doing in Linda's room—as he was now addicted to it since she left—signing darn appeals and chewing on raw meat.
Meanwhile, his busybody selfish dragon beast form who wants to be separate from him was busy whining like a fly in his heart.
[You really think I'm selfish? But let me tell you, you are the selfish one, man.]
"Ugh, if you aren't selfish you'd see that I am working here. Just shut up, SBS," Gaffer had literally had enough. Keeping shut and letting the dragon beast ramble on his own didn't seem to be working at all.
[I was quiet all these while and letting you selfishly act but now I miss Little White, man. And that is why I decided to separate. You're just too stingy.]
