He will have some tea, thank you, and if there's cream or sugar he'll have both, because he has the eating habits of a terrible spoiled child. (That has to be a good sign.)

"Similarly, as to the work. I've come into some property in West Gidd," he says like becoming fabulously wealthy is something that just happens, naturally and completely by accident. Nuala might understand the sentiment, there. "But where I've been devoting most of my time is in local politics. The Independence Front and I have found some common ground. I intend to represent them in more than just the latest cohort, if things goes well."

And he does truly and honestly seem pleased with that, more than he'd been as Minister of Justice when she last saw him. Rather than being confined by the pre-established necessities of a position, as a mere politician in the making, he has so much more freedom to shape his image as he sees fit. There are confines still, but he has space within them for choices; the difference is critical for him.