[Paul would never try to be Camilla, couldn't come close even if he did, but he's been thinking about what it means to serve, to make oneself of service, and she's an example to judge himself by. Like Gideon, like Duncan, like Palamedes himself: these are the kinds of people that a person could aspire towards being like, even if they know they'd never get there. There's something in the trying.

So with that in mind, he leans back in his chair, lets himself be comfortable, his limbs loose. He nods along to Palamedes' observations as he eats, and continues to be appeased, bit by intentionally visible bit.]

You're right. I was concerned it would be like that - unpleasant. [He waves the sandwich in a little outwardly referential circle.] Fear is a thought-killer.

[Palamedes won't need an elaboration on why that's not a good thing, thankfully.]

I underestimated them. [A slight, warm smile, relief clear in it.] Did you see what they've done to my posters? They're hideous. I'm going to have to go back and vandalize them in the opposite direction, I think.