That's what he appreciates about the lad. Dimitri knows when to leave well enough alone. Ossie pours himself a fresh cup and settles back in on the couch, grateful for the chance to reset his composure.

"I expect your Faerghus didn't have any such traditions or practices of gender defiance, wot? From what you've said, at least, it all sounds so very... er, macho. Martial, wot."