He reached up, tugging at his hair. Time was becoming less and less of an issue to him. A few seconds, a few days, it all seemed to blur together. Rabastan took no offence to her comment about having nothing else to do, but was instead relieved that she wasn't busy, and was able to comply with the note.

"Shall I take your coat, then?" he asked, trying so hard to be proper. Maybe he should have brushed his hair, or something.