"I do not ever recall you ever being quiet in the tomes I have read," he smiles a little, wishing he dare pat her back or head. But he'll still play a proper gentleman and touch no more than he should. "You must rule and I must record, but all I ask is sober questions next time there is something you wish to know. It is not too big of a boon.

"I remember, my lady," the smile on his face sobers and he offers her the tail end of his scarf in place of a handkerchief.