[ Sylvain just casts him a small understanding smile. ]

Pretty sure it was my question that started it, so that’s all on me.

[ He reaches for one of the jars of wine, opening it and giving it an experimental sniff before sliding it across the table towards Olivine. ] Care to try some? And this… is a lot of food. I hope you’re hungry.

And I suppose my scandals were a little of that. I think they were probably more a rebellion against the inevitable, if anything. My father dismissed it as me ‘sowing my wild oats’. [ A snort, as he rolls his eyes, because while he’d endured countless lectures on his decorum in private, his father was always all bluster in bragging about his heir in public. ] Maybe that made him feel better about all of it.