[ Finishing the first task among many in the art of tidying up, Ozymandias openly scoffs. ]

I have never dreamt of such things. My place is on a throne, ensuring the glory of my reign and the salvation of humanity.

[ The air of mystery… clearly is not his. He stops in front of a stove, a throughly foreign machine. His hands run over the dials, before he twists one to the right. It’s not immediately clear as to what he has just accomplished, and so. He waits. ]

But, that is just me. I am aware of the dreams others care to possess. Such as yours, my companion.