A pity you hadn't thought to stay there.

["Let us not quarrel," he says, yet it's still Thancred's natural inclination to bite back. He shouldn't, but... Well, here they are.]

So, to what do I owe this distinct pleasure? Because surely you are not going to insist on helping me, all things considered.

[Sure, he'd done that before, much to the chagrin of the Scions, but things had been a bit different then.]