[ A napkin was just a napkin, he cares little of it in the grand scheme of things. He's already suspiciously eyeing the tea before taking it – letting it rest on those thighs lined with leather garters. Still, cradling the side of the cup softly. ]

There's a thin line between debt and favors.

[ Lynette is 'returning the favor', but here he is thinking he's indebted to some extent for some mercy that kept her safe. Hm, he makes a face right at bringing Lynette up when his mind wanders to her – ]

One she didn't ask for. One you didn't bring me to.

[ He's wrong for it, for speaking about Lynette's trauma like it's his own. In a way, they were soulmates – intimate in the ways where sometimes they couldn't separate their wants. ]

...My sister has faced the cruelties of this world. Things that shape her and I and make me wish to shield her from everyone who could harm her. As composed and respectable as she is, it is to guard and prevent herself from being harmed when I cannot. While she may forgive you, make amends...

[ He scoffs just a little bringing the tea to his lips. ]

I will say this: she will never be your guest again. I will ensure it personally.

[ Protect her... or just keep them out of here? Both are valid. ]