( ...oh. Oh, another one. He's trapped and squirming between looks of surprise, discomfort, terrible inconvenience, annoyance and amusement. How he transits between each expression so succinctly is a feat, no doubt, royal.

Finally, in the humble confidence of his Keep, he waves away his guard from immediate reach — two men lingering at a respectable distance as they trail behind him — before starting to walk down the halls with Allison. )

You'll forgive me if that's about as intimate as I'd like to remain. I understand your people might want me in less peace than pieces.