Tristan nodded slowly. He folded his hands together, then unfolded them. "Thank you, Pippa. Let's just.... never speak of it again." He certainly hoped she was true to her word and would never speak of it to anyone. Some nauseating 'Oscar Wilde before and after' newspaper drawings forced themselves before his mind's eye. How long had he been sweating? He sat back and forced a smile. "You should eat."