Constans allowed himself (graciously, he thought) to be herded into the hallway by the Templar without fuss, smoothing his mussed hair with a rake of his fingers. The trio encountered a wandering Tranquil as they exited, and to the apprentice's amusement it was a young man a few years older than himself, someone whom he actually happened to know. Ser Templar didn't think he was respectful enough to the Tranquil? As if to personally vex Tobias, quite as though he could detect the older man's unease (although indeed he had not), Constans smiled kindly and greeted the Tranquil with easy charm. "Good day, Mason."
"Very well," Constans said compliantly as they moved onward, posture perfect and head held high, walking along beside the Templar as though they were simply having a chat. He glanced to Thais to gauge her thoughts, something meaningful in the mild expression he fixed her with for that brief moment. They rapidly approached the main corridor, growing ever-closer to potential public revelation of their tryst, a possibility Constans remained leery of. It wasn't his own reputation he feared for; he had long cultivated this image, and feared no reprisal. It would be well-deserved. Indeed it was the Enchanter who stood to lose more from this, and while Constans cared little for her personally, he began to consider for the first time the problems inherent in tarnishing the woman's pride. Would she be as useful to him in the future, were he to leave her jilted or embarrassed?
"Perhaps if you might be amenable, Ser," Constans began in a reasonable tone, not at all cajoling, "the Enchanter could be left out of this arrangement? If someone must answer to the First Enchanter, it should be me."