[ Bastien answers the need to look up at Marcus by shifting even more sideways on his crookedly-angled chair than he already was and hooking his arm over the back of it. His smile hasn't gotten any smaller in the absence of a laugh—the absence of outright exasperation is win enough—and it doesn't get smaller now, either. ]

No, not personally.

[ His habitual tab-keeping nosiness has been dampened somewhat by his move out of the Gallows. Or only redirected. Ask him his neighbors' daily schedules. ]

I did hear something about him fainting when he arrived, [ because dampened is not gone, ] and being alarming with the dramatists.