Now there, something in that warrants a reaction—a flicker of the dark eyes, something in his face narrowing with disapproval.

"I do. You're certain?" Of course they are. Or at the very least, asking the question here like this won't make a lick of difference and so he briskly moves past it. "Why not. He has the face for it."

Unassuming. Which may count as an insult to the both of them in this room as well, nevermind how Byerly Rutyer dresses.