The man fought to keep his usual gruffly stoic face, hiding the smile that threatened to creep onto his face and further insult the boy. He nodded to Larsa, looking properly chided. "A poor one, you would be." He did not like the risks the young Emperor was taking, but he was not so detached to not understand what motivated Larsa to put himself in danger. Despite the fact he had come relatively unharmed - and the fact he could protect himself. It was hard for the guardian to come to grips with the latter.

"I see. T'is fair enough. I just pray you would use more caution, should it truly occur." He found it almost humorous how he was much more worried for the boy than for himself. And if Larsa should ever see it come to pass to himself... he was not sure how, but he would venture forth to the rooms alone.

Before he moved to turn to the hallway where they were to meet the Lady, the judge stopped, looking down with an inquisitive expression. "Is something else amiss?"