Adelphel's smile broadens ever so subtly; it thins a little as he tries to suppress a laugh. Unfortunately, he shakes his head.

"Alas, Ser Knight has no free evenings, in truth," he says, sounding quite mournful about it indeed. "My time belongs to the archbishop. However, if clergy history is your interest, I may be able to persuade a few fetching acolytes from the Vault to give you an historian's tour through Ishgard. Shall I send them to House Fortemps around, oh — noon tomorrow?"

Naturally, Ser Adelphel's acolyte acquaintances are fetching. It is only right and proper for a beautiful man to surround himself with beautiful girls — utterly unattainable as that man may be.