He doesn't expect to find Nell's eyes where they are, and when they lock onto his, he could almost laugh if it were some other circumstance but this. Some things, it seems, transcend even war. Petra's bosoms are apparently two of them. It's not enough common ground to keep the peace for two weeks--but maybe it'll do for tonight.

"It was a poor choice of words; I apologize," he mumbles. "And that solution will suit me fine."