[ There's very few things that can throw him off like that.

Had.

Past tense, something gone from the world. Lyney's eyes flicker an ounce of sympathy through his own hang-ups, heart tight at the thought of his siblings nothing more than a memory. If that was the case, could Wriothesley see why Lyney acted? He'd kill for his siblings – he almost did for Lynette when the world nearly stole his love from him... before he knew what he felt for her.

No.

It's too uncomfortable to think of 'what-ifs' and so, like any good magician, he deflects so the audience can't see past the illusion. ]

I'll leave an autograph then, since Lynette didn't bring a gift for her.

[ He leans back a little, foot bouncing only for a few seconds at the ankle. ]

And if you're a proper host... one for you, since you're such a fan.