[ Schneizel blinked at the display, as if it shocked him, but he knew full well the levels of loyalty that Sir Weinberg possessed and how openly he professed them. In some ways, that was a trait to be lauded, and in others, it posed a problem, but for now, it was what it was.

He waited for a break in the young man's words before putting up his hand as a sign to stop any further. ]

You have no reason to apologize, Sir Weinberg. Perhaps it was an inappropriate outing for someone who spends his days fiercely defending the Empire. [ Schneizel smiled and lowered his hand to the desk, lacing his fingers together. At some point he had shifted to clothing that was still elegant and appropriate to his station, but more comfortable for remaining in the confines of the residence. It was rare that he did that, even in the confines of his own home, but he had a goal in mind here: meeting Gino on his level, so to speak. ]

Though we will have to try again with something a little more entertaining. Please rise. We can break our fast in the dining room, and if you'd like, you can suggest an alternative to last night's choice.