Not in the least, [ he demurs, stepping inside and closing the door after himself. he knows, by now, which is the guest chair and which is beleth's, and takes that for guests, crossing one leg over the other and resting his folded hands in his lap.] I much prefer dining with you than dining in the mess.

[ so often they walk the same paths as the mages and templars walked, repeating their lives in such small ways, eating and sleeping where they did. he deviates rather gladly.

the door is closed, and he sees no one else in the office, so he begins, before she has even set the table. ]

You take umbrage with my choice. I understand. I would think less of you if you did not.