"Thanks." Rhys replies, his tone soft, "Honestly, once you both got off my list of people to have screaming rows with-- you and Jedao skipped way up the list of people I call in a crisis-- actually I think Jedao might have been on both lists at the same time, now that I think about it."

He flashes a lopsided little grin, finally bringing his hand up from Quentin's cheek to ruffle his hair.

"Same to you though, right? This place can be-- tricky. If you ever need to unload and you can't find the right husband for the job, I'll be about."

Completely forgetting about the fact that he's been pretending that he's going to leave.