[ He winks, at plans to be running away together, with shamelessness rooted in certainty he won’t be taken seriously and forced to fight Yseult. ]

Breaking hearts normally takes time, to be convincing. Going from devotion to desertion overnight—half of them will think it is something they can fix if they follow you.

[ He pauses with his wine at his mouth. ]

Perhaps you could think of it as emotional plunder.

[ Logical analogy? No, not really. But they’re all monsters here, is the point. Attractive ones. ]