Today had been rough. Everything kept going wrong, the elves were behind their quota, the fabrics sector had run out of fabrics (how???), the kitchen had to use only 12 ovens instead of 15. And to top it off, Curtis wouldn't shut up. Clearly, being the head elf wasn't the best job as Bernard was sat on a stool, head in his hands in complete silence.

He's blocked out every noise, except for your voice. He can never block out your voice. He likes it too much.