Elia fixed him with a look that was very nearly a copy of a certain blank, could-mean-anything expression he had perfected over the years. "I considered it," she said mildly. "But then he spoke. There just wasn't any saving that cause afterward."
She twirled a lock of hair around her finger idly. "Though since you aren't taking the queen to bed, and the wolf's sister's not likely to forgive you for this next intrigue... I don't suppose you found a lady wife yet? You know Uncle Sandro's going to start making jokes about Norvoshi dancing bears again."