[ That pedantic comment earns an amused scoff from Thancred, mainly because it reminds him of a younger version of Alphinaud, before he'd found himself humbled. Even then, there are times when that side of him shines through and Alisaie always has a few choice words for him.

Gods, but it's moments like this when he misses them. He shoves that aside.

Thancred nods when Annabeth puts off the world-saving chat for another time, though hints that she's open to it. That certainly works for him. He realizes it's not exactly dinnertime conversation. ]

By not speaking in public places about how much you wish you had a dagger, for starters. [ He sends her a crooked smile and raises one eyebrow. He understands she's frustrated, but one should take care in these halls. ] That, and remaining on good behavior when in the castle. It's a question of time more than anything.

[ Which is likely the last thing she wants to hear, but it is the truth. He understands how she feels, he was much the same. ]

In the meantime, I would suggest putting together a plate of food for yourself. I can assure you everything here is of the highest quality.

[ And not poisoned or anything. ]