Less of that overt anxiety registers with Simon than Myr thinks it does, now that he's got that image in his head of a no-fucks-given rake who does that kind of thing without a second thought. He wonders, then, if the deliberate return to titles and formality is meant to be cheeky, or if it really is just a reassurance that there won't be any more boundary-jumping from here on out.

Had Myr mentioned the baths after all, Simon might have doubted that further and wondered just how serious the mage's flirting was, but as it is, this feels like a sufficient return to form. No need to dwell.

"All right," he says. "Try to keep the bees to a minimum on your way back, if you please."