The conversation wove through subsequent courses like a verbal duel fought with crystal goblets and silver cutlery. Each exchange of pleasantries carried hidden barbs, each compliment concealed a warning. Xavier and Calypso communicated through the dangerous language of meaningful glances and carefully chosen words, while Duke Haverford positioned himself as the embodiment of security and tradition against Xavier's uncertain wandering.
"Lady Selene possesses such a generous heart," Haverford observed during the meat course. "She maintains this utterly charming tendency to rescue wounded creatures that stumble into her path. Lost birds with broken wings, injured foxes bleeding in the snow, things like that."
"Compassion is considered a virtue among civilized people," Xavier managed.
