Winter. My dear, dearest Winter. Lord Quertis. Do you honestly believe that blasphemy you've just gone and spouted at me?

[No no no, wait, they need to handle this first. It's very important that Winter understand that he's fuckable, you see!

He can't truly believe such a thing. Can he? Nikolas has already committed vices with him! Whether it's going too far to imply he'd like to commit more—that hardly matters as much as clearing up this misunderstanding!

No, it matters more, of course, but Nikolas is refusing to acknowledge that.]