“I see.” No amount of brushing is going to undue the run in this coat, but it would be difficult to pick out amidst all the embellishment even if it wasn’t already tatty at the seams.

He leaves it.

“Quite the tumble.”

Dry, and too miserable to muster a leer, he is difficult to read in his bleary reassessment of this runaway noble/secretary. A muffled thump marks the flop of his wrist back to the arm of his chair.

“Did they beat you?”