Viola nodded thoughtfully, unsure if she should be feeling as relieved by that answer as she was. She wanted her brother to be happy, certainly. She'd hoped that at least that kind of happiness would've been available to him in Aurelle as it had not at home. But finding happiness with some suitable ... someone in Aurelle was quite different than seducing a member of one's one staff. Better to keep those spheres as separate as possible.
"Well," she said, equally careful. "I'm glad to hear that he has allies on the staff. But... friends?" She sighed softly. "His letters don't seem to suggest he has much of a social network here. Granted he doesn't have many peers, at least none who are suitable," her nose wrinkled again as she thought of Tucker Belmont and Blair Adler, "but he..." a soft sigh. "Tell me he's painting, at least. Or drawing. Something."