Right. Alright. [ He rolls his shoulders and rouses himself to think more clearly. ] Reasons to be a secret, first.

One, you have to be a little respectable, and openly having a wife and a mistress and a— [ Why is the male equivalent of mistress mister? That’s terrible. He gestures vaguely to himself instead. ] It won’t help. Not here. Maybe in Orlais.

Two—it’s kind of hot.