[that is precisely what they complain about. the young lord squanders what some others (philanderers, mostly) would gladly kill to have!

but perhaps his temple knight guest will silence those envious few. francel nods, taking another bite from his apple.]

I can leave it open — or you could tap on it, so that I might open it then. Whatever seems more fun for you!

[he reaches into his cassock, removing from it a rather oddly-designed pocketwatch that would have costed a small fortune if not for the fact that stephanivien hand-made it out of spare parts from the manufactory as a last-minute nameday gift. he stows it back in its place.]

So you will come, then? Is that a promise? You seem to me a man of your word...