"Unbelievable." He shakes his head. His mouth twitches. The only thing to do for that is eat more cookie to forestall the amused expression trying to blossom.

But the smile that comes for the taking of the bait is all sharp edges and flashing eyes. He takes far too much satisfaction in the follow up move. Popping the rest of the cookie into his mouth, he chews it and swallows and also polishes off his tea to set aside.

"I don't have to try to be casual out of uniform, you know. I don't have fancy clothes. As templars we're supposed to eschew such things."