I understand. [There's a quiet empathy to the simple words. Like he understands. Like perhaps he thinks the same way. Like that might be the reason he always returns to the simple, elegant clothes of his home rather than adapt himself.] If you ever have need of something, please do not hesitate to ask. If I do not have it within my power, I may know of someone who does.

But please, I am no landed lord, my lady. [It's gently said, but there's a discomfort behind his voice that is harder to hide mind to mind.] Ours was a humble household. Phedre may have gained land and title, but I was never a lord. I am naught but Alcuin.