[Oh! But nothing is so exciting as a little scandalous romance, except for when puns are up to being made in the discussion of it; a leisure hobby that he often only flexes as a team sport with his Eagle, but come! There was room for all.

Snorting, delightedly, at the play on their poor friend's name, he waved a hand at him delicately, rotating his wrist and starting to grin rather too-wide.]

Dear old friend! I refer to cards, not the monarchy. Your head is still attached and working, after all. And while a revolutionary may have claimed that head as his own property, I beg you not to worry. You will know what to do with him when the time is right, Combefaire. A king of hearts has a queen below him and an ace in the hole, after all.

You have outshined our Rey, in this regard. Felicitations!