[He lets Oz go and stands up. But not before tweaking his nose, a gesture he has learned from...He frowns, allowing the pain to come and... well, not go, but become manageable. He smiles in spite of himself. When he speaks again, he sounds like he is scolding the boy, but not quite.]

That is not how punishment works, you know. Deciding by yourself what you deserve or do not deserve is cheating. [And then a little more lightly.] I say, right now you deserve cocoa. Not coffee. Not yet. But do not worry, the nebula will wait until then.