No alarm seems forthcoming. Under the sudden scrutiny, however, his smile tightens a bit at its corners.

His voice stays light, however, as he busies himself pouring a cup of tea. "Where I'm from, I was scolded once for cultivating so frivolously. All for want of a warm cup of tea in the morning! But Gusu Lan, their rules fill an entire boulder with calligraphy this wide." He pinches two fingers together to indicate. "I am glad to see others who don't behave so strictly."

He slides the cup across to Moiraine.