Our tasks can take all forms, Kiehl. You must be at the ready!

[His grin betrays him. He places a hand on the other man's shoulder. ] I'll send my manservant around after us. We should begin a graceful departure. [ He notes the pursed lips silently. It seems his dear dragoon cared a little less for that wine. He makes a note not to serve it to him in the future.]

We should retire to Borel Manor, lest you have somewhere you need to be?