[He has far from delicate ears, and Selphie knows that.]

We are but tools to many of them, I think. They keep us caged in here, safe from the third party but at their mercy. It is clear they believe they hold all the cards. [The teapot begins to hiss and whistle softly, and Freyjadour steps over to the stove to turn off the heat and prevent the sound from growing harsh.]

Would you like some tea?