[Despite himself, despite the situation--a grin jumps to Darras' face. He catches Yseult's hand again, once she's through measuring that narrow windowsill, and swings it back into a hold that bridges the distance between them.]

Oh, well. That's quite a story. And I'd be more disappointed that you'd not told it to me before, if it wasn't a good story as well.

Though I dunno if you could be back before I know it. It's really a party you'll be sneaking into? In a disguise, I'm assuming?