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Thomas listens as he half slouches in his chair, occasionally sipping his tea. Though he seems halfway detached, Marcus can tell that he's sizing Adelhard up quickly, his eyes taking in more than just his words. Thomas watches his body language, and that of Lucida, who hangs on Adelhard's every word, but struggles to maintain her composure.

"Eager to meet Tirush?" Thomas speaks, raising his brows. "Hmm.  That'll happen soon enough.  She should be home before long, with tomorrow's supper.  Wait, is that right?" He looks to Regina.

"It's Thursday, sweetheart.  She'll be here." Regina stirs a sugar cube into her own cup.

"Ah, good.  I was hoping for veal this weekend." Thomas leans forward and sets his cup on the table, setting a few pieces of pastry onto his saucer. Without looking up, he throws a shift in discussion at the young noble.

"How old are you, Adelhard?"

His tone is straightforward. Marcus can see Lucida visibly tense. She folds her hands and begins twiddling, biting her lip.