He peeks in, sees her with a history book, and smiles. His liege is well, happy, and ..he has a lot to think about. I will not be jealous, or a jerk. Sylvi may not be my girlfriend, but whether she will be or won't be, she IS my friend. And you don't treat friends like they owe you. Both Baronesses would agree on that. A nod, and he walks off more certain of his rights and wrongs.