[Thankfully for Milla, Guy's got enough good sense and grace to overlook small things like that. He sips the tea. She's right--its taste is soothing and it drives back some of the lingering gloom the nightmare's brought.]

... he's my best friend. I told you that already. I served under him for several years. We grew up under the same roof. [He takes another sip.] Since he wasn't allowed to leave the manor he'd bother me to spar with him all the time. He was a really clingy kid back then, I'll tell you that.