The maid might not be present, but Tristan himself felt some heat creep up to his face at the very free mention of Douglas' more personal parts. He tried a smile, but felt embarrassed and it looked rather stiff.

He struggled understanding some of the words the artist use, though the context helped. "It was worth the view, I supposed. Well, what youth has not gambled his life under the encouragement of friends and absence of his better judgement." He took a sip of his wine to steady himself.