He stays quiet, watching her and - ah, of course, that was what it was about. Fiona worried only about particular matters half so much. She had always been a keenly loyal girl. Something he valued especially about her.

Nothing he wanted to ignore, either. The years had meant he only kept such things close. Loyalty meant - well, he had felt it's loss more and more as the years went by. The years without Jessamine. "There is nothing I would prefer more than to trouble myself about."

It went without saying, really. He kept his household close - he had to, after all. So he takes another sip of the tea before he sets it aside from him and leans forward. Elbows braced on the arms of his chair and these days, his hair is kept short, swept back - neat as court required. That and it wasn't as easy for an opponent to latch onto. "So lets not waste time, shall we?"