" ... Are you still all frigid about Septim?" Stheno asked as they were leaving a meeting. " I wanted to talk to you about that-"

William sped up, walking.

" I don't want to talk to you," he said. " About anything."

" What's your problem, William-"

Stheno's step faltered; a welcome relief.

Nova was waiting, stern expression same as ever.

" Lyena-Nova, were you waiting for me?" William asked, walking up to him quickly. He could feel Stheno's gaze on his back.

" Had to make sure you weren't out philandering," Nova deadpanned.

" Haa, that's a little forward," William snarked.

He cast a glance back.

Stheno had that look in his eyes, like he didn't know who William was at all.