Xel sighs into him, and just rests there, hands fisted loosely in his sweater.
Long pause. Is this one of those things you're supposed to let your person take care of, or one of the other ones? "I don't think I have any grounds to re-bargain," he says eventually, not having come up with an answer. "Since I only ducked his condition instead of objecting to it. But... I don't know... maybe if I pissed Greyweir-san off enough in the right way he'd hit me with a Ra Tilt instead of his sword; that might help."
"And they made you little," he says darkly, with a deicidal* glint. "I could try feeding you the wine? Maybe if you didn't touch the glass and it only touched the inside of your mouth...?" He nods into Iago's chest, and says in a tired voice, "There are two actual wolves and a fox. And this is just from today. And I don't feel very strange in my uniform again."