"Are you paying attention?" He whispered, looking over his shoulder towards you. There's an audible lisp, but his low tone hid it well enough. You're in his lab, watching him work. Learning. He'd taken you in as a pupil, after much of your insistence. For better or worse, the company isn't too bad.

Singed is mixing together chemicals for his daughter, but even the basic elements could be crucial for you to learn. He was careful, slower than usual. He doesn't particularly care about you - but he does make an effort to make you sure you learn something.