Ah, ah, ah. That'd be me going into your domain. Only a fool would do such a thing. I've seen what those fists can do, even if you took a few licks along the way.

[ ...It also makes him think of how tired he looked. Labored, unkept but still so damn youthful in comparison to this role he finds himself in. Something keeps him in that day, where he almost got a true smile on his face. A victory to someone who wasn't chasing one.

Why did it even matter?

Was it beneficial for him to be on the Duke's good side? Logically, yes. He keeps following the rules, he keeps ticking down the days to his sentence... less trouble for him in the long run. He isn't fearful of him, not now.

Those scoffs, that disgruntled look in his eyes – its more telling than Wriothesley may like to admit.

For all Lyney cares about, it just means he's understanding his audience a little bit better... ]

A social drink is alcoholism? Shall I call you an addict for tea?

[ He teases, flipping the deck's card in front of him. It's a good one for the combination he has. ]

I think I've been quite obedient in my time here. My team leaders can grade me flying colors and sing my praises, you know.