Mm, well, unfortunately for the theory, I'm not keen on trying again. It was embarrassing enough the first time— did you know I told Paul, [ah, and if he pauses for the slightest moment, never mind it,] that I would be fine, in whatever was to come from his visions? And lo: I am not fine.

[Stupid. Stupid Trench, stupid ocean. He glances at Viktor's red wish with a huff that's just a fraction too tired to be a laugh, because he's not very hopeful about that one either. These infant days of their esteemed House, misspent on annoyances and maneuvering around bad decisions.

Ridiculous. He wiggles his pen at Viktor, because,] You're too direct for the more sensitive population; baby steps.

[Anyway, what kind of a stupid charm is that... He squints, brow furrowed, both in judgment and to remember his mental Patrons Chart. Oh. Well.]

You're not going to like it; I'm fairly certain next month is Mariana's domain.