"I'm not given to distress, Your Highness." David's not given to flinching under scrutiny, either. When Nuada leans in to murmur he merely turns his head aside to accommodate, although he can hear the whisper clear enough without presenting his ear, and could if Nuada had stayed where he was. But it's all in the body language, after all, those finer details of mannerism where so many of the necessary messages are given and understood.

Nuada steps back out into the space allocated to polite conversation and David accordingly glances back at him. Let it never be said that he cannot remember an instruction.

And again that echo of something he's said a handful of times now, albeit a little more pointed: "May I help you?"