"I certainly would," Havelock says evenly.

There is a knock at the door, and for a wonder, Davien actually waits. Evidently the seriousness of the matter has made an impression.

"Enter," he says, not turning away from Jonathan as the guard enters.

"Lady Brix would like a word, Messire," he says. "If convenient."

Havelock nods. "Fine. Take over, Davien."

He turns and leaves without a further word, and the guard draws his sword with a bright and probably-not-really friendly smile. The man still has a knife, he notes. That could be fun.