Altair/Ofelia/Open
"Well, well," Altair said, turning to face Ofelia more fully, his eyes meeting hers for the first time in their exchange. "Ofelia Zhou. I never would have pegged you for a loyalist. How quick you are to defend our king."
He crossed his arms over his chest as he regarded her with renewed interest. "It's so hard to tell who's loyal to whom these days, isn't it? For example, I wonder whether the king agrees with the rather bold position taken by our Judge Magister this morning on those very same steps."