[If only Jr. was here and not in the lab, he could do a little sweeping... alas. Well, the heavy things that got knocked over are just going to have to wait. Palamedes hums and stoops to pick up some fallen books, the strange border in the middle of the room between mess and no mess where his ward had been.

Ah- and. He'd stood in his office in this very building and told God, This won't benefit anyone to know, which is technically not "I will keep my mouth shut forever," so you know what.

Whatever, empire? Whatever, empire.] Promise me again you won't let that- [the cool scribbling, everywhere] leave this room?

[Which he takes as a given, so after a beat, he goes on:]

It's about him again, like it always is. I'd figured it out, about Lyctorhood, which is why I'd refused; the steps aren't finished. [Casually, he says this, waving a hand at the chalkboard with its steps as he stacks books back onto their shelves.] I don't know how to finish the work myself. I'd need more time, and of course, Camilla. But there's a way to do it that doesn't dispose of the cavalier.

[Mm. Hmm. Hmmmm...]

I think she figured it out. Cytherea. I can only guess how... Anyway, what she knew or didn't doesn't matter; this one will bruise more people than just his delicate ego, if it gets out.

[So please, the rage is very sexy, but this one goes in the box and doesn't come out again, he's asking nicely.]