Cassandra nods, her lips twitching. "Bethany Hawke asked my formal permission to court you." Oh, Aleron. At least he's not trying to deny it. She leans back as the server appears with their drinks, thoughtfully waiting until he's out of earshot before continuing, her voice full of fond exasperation. The last thing the poor man needs is gossip about his brand new courtship. "Please tell me you didn't ask her to do that, Aleron."