The Ambassador left a few minutes ago, and Alexander didn't move a muscle from then.
«Would you like some tea?» I ask him. I won't be able to finish this sweet mess.
«No,» he breathes.
«Are you unhappy because I invited a man here without letting you know or because he's my uncle?»
«No,» he repeats.
I blink, confused. No?
«I'm not unhappy,» he says. Oh, is that so?
«Then, are you angry? Or worried?»
«I'm furious,» he reveals. «But I can't scold you for something I implicitly allowed.»
«Oh, you were rather clear about it. You didn't want me to have contacts with Ambassador Zolokis. However, I disobeyed. You have the right to be furious.»
«I don't want to be,» he sighs.
«What is it exactly that bothers you so much, Alexander? I really don't understand. I can repeat the conversation I had with the Ambassador word for word. You can also ask the maids. There was nothing dangerous...»