[Bisharp's eyes grimly follow Yosuke wherever he goes; Grimsley will set aside his dignity for the moment, set his bottle of wine on the grass, and bend over. This was slightly degrading.]

It belongs to the species, Bisharp. Nicknames are popular among the younger trainers now, but the fashions were different in my time.

You, of course, understand none of that. How droll it was to discover that my occupation was considered a joke in most worlds...