[Frowning, L'Arachel steps outside the room, closing the door behind her.]

Then let us speak. [And she goes striding down the hall, dignified as ever as she does.] This is the sort of conversation best had over tea, I must say, so let us have some prepared for us.

[L'Arachel is in a constant state of making those faceless servants earn their goddamn pay, tbh.]