[He's too well-trained to fidget, but were Dimitri any less than the king he is, he might well be shifting from foot to foot beneath the polite interrogation. Probably he should've thought further ahead when it had come to justifying his cover story, but the truth is, he — hadn't really thought he'd be asked about it. That Yuri is so curious, his wit so sharp, is as refreshing as it is unnerving. Most of the lovely performers and entertainers he's met in his life have come off as rather dull and simpering, more interesting in fawning than in holding up their own end of a conversation. But not Yuri Leclerc. Not this man with the voice of a songbird, and a cunning as sharp as its talons.]

If you must know, the King of Faerghus — I saved the life of one of his ministers.

[Yes, that's better, he decides with his thoughts racing. A personal relationship with the king himself would pose too many problems. But a common guard might find himself in the right place at the right time and be rewarded for it, surely.]

He gave me that as a reward. That's — that's why it's Faerghus blue.

[It seems...REASONABLE...]

I have no spouse to give it to, and I don't need the money. My duties serving His Majesty suit me more than enough. So, should I drink or gamble away the token of my lord's esteem, or is it a better way of honoring his appreciation to...

[...]

Isn't it enough that I want you to have it? Must I justify my heart any more than that?