[ The implication isn't lost on him. He chuckles, but there's no malice in it. Sent here by his sister to apologize for what he's not sorry for. Poor kid. ]

Not to make a messenger of you again, but do pass on to them my thanks. [ Noticeably: not Lyney. ] Come upstairs. There's tea brewing if you'd like.

[ But he doesn't turn to move just yet, amused gaze trained upon Lyney. He's not the sort to turn his back on someone fostering a grudge. That's only fair, isn't it? ]