Yseult wants professionalism. She doesn’t want to have to tell you it’s alright or think about your feelings. If you grovel, she’ll be disgusted, not pleased.

[ No one in the history of Thedas has ever been chiller than Bastien is right now. He tilts his cup to swab out a crushed leaf of mint with his fingertip and put it into his mouth. ]

Stark has some compassion, I think, but he likes to keep things breezy. He’ll be uncomfortable.

And Flint—you’re the expert on Flint. If he wants you licking his boots, fine— [ not fine actually!!!! ] —but do it in private.