Constans just smiled faintly back at the glowering Templar, well aware that any attempt to appear remorseful at this juncture, to beg ignorance or gain sympathy, would only highlight his insincerity. Tobias was no guileless initiate, there would likely be no tricking him. To even make the attempt would make matters worse. The question now was not whether he could escape from this situation unscathed, but whether his punishment might be mitigated. He really didn't like the look of that sword-hand clutching hilt. It was an unnecessary measure after all, and spoke of just how angry the old man must be, considering how relatively minor the mages' offense.
Thais' fussing he ignored, unconcerned by her prideful glares. He fixed his sleeves with an air of decorum, pulling each cuff neatly to his wrists. "I've plenty of respect for all those things, Ser, it's propriety that gives me the trouble."
"Are we off to waste the First Enchanter's time then, Ser Tobias," Constans questioned mildly, a certain knowing lilt in his voice that challenged both ideas as poor, "or shall we be taken to the garrison for this grave offense?" An unspoken challenge; would the Templar really punish the pair when the only rule they had broken was one that went unspoken and uncodified? Mages were... discouraged from such behavior, but not forbidden it. The only crime they had committed here was against decency.