[ he said he wasn't looking for anything, which is good - if this was some misguided attempt to woo him, Messmer would have to turn him away, because... wait, he's getting ahead of himself. He really is drinking too much. ]

Then time is thy enemy. [ there's only a scant handful of hours remaining here - a blink of an eye, from Messmer's perspective. He grunts, dismissive. ] Already thou hast learned the most grave matters; naught else remains that might outweigh it. What more wouldst thou glean of me?