"Those in exile often do find ways to have their plans completed even from afar. I would be careful of whom you lock away in exile, my lady... And remember their deaths might be far more disastrous to your future than you like." Like the death of Mary Stuart for example. Though in the end it was righted and things went the way that Elizabeth had hoped.

He remembers well that she's older than he is and thus he shouldn't treat her like a child, much less even like a friend because she is still a queen. He hugs and hangs on his friends all the time but that's not something he can see himself doing with Elizabeth. "At least grey hairs can be plucked out or dyed, my lady." Lavi smiles a little bit, "I care to think it has more to do with raising, even still it is a hard thing to change. But once the idea is in your head you often think of it in quiet moments."

Lavi nods his head, "I will, my lady. I am afraid I do not know you well enough yet personally to use your name."