[ No use hiding it, then. He scratches the back of his neck, thoughtful. Lyney seems to see what he's getting at now--that he'd really like him to speak up if anything should go wrong, even with their misgivings, ones that only seem to multiply with every encounter. And he says he'd do it. That part, not as plain-spoken as his earlier complaints--but he says he would, and Wriothesley would like to believe it.

But he is wrong about one thing. ]

It's nothing to do with my shortcomings. If I'm made aware of a problem, it's my job as Administrator to fix it. [ He's a little more in his depth now. At ease. ] ...Other than that, you're exactly right. We'd sit and you'd tell me over tea.

[ One more thing: ]

And if you pull another face at me, I'll raise the number of coupons necessary for your mail errands by half.