[As she plants herself at the kitchen table, Matthias stalks toward the sink with shoulders drawn stiff and eyes fastidiously averted. He pulls open the cupboard door to stuff the garbage into the bin. This is when she tells him to "chill out" — but her command seems to have the opposite effect.]

You are not perfectly decent! You're...you're— [He sputters, gestures at her, and then remembers he is not supposed to be looking at her. He spans his hand from temple to temple as he mutters to himself.]

A Fjerdan woman would die of shame to be seen like that. Even the West Stave girls must wear more.

[Not that he has ever visited Ketterdam's pleasure houses himself, but in Hellgate he heard plenty of colorful stories he would well do without.]