He drew in a deep breath. "I... I could do that," he murmured, flushing slightly. This would be so much easier on him if there weren't people watching, for one thing. He couldn't escape the conditioning that led him to protect his reputation above reason. If the news that he was a deviant got out, his claim to the Lightning Throne might be challenged. It would certainly give Tweedle ammunition against him.
He slid off his stool, brushing off his coat. "If you'd care to follow me, Herr Jones?"