Byerly purses his lips. The thought of a sadist marrying the Queen - Well, it certainly shouldn't bother him, because sadism in the bedroom does not equate to sadism in one's soul, and also the Queen can take care of herself in that respect, and also probably the Queen won't be having much sex with her husband. But, well, it does bother him, a little. Especially the thought of it becoming known that a husband is of that sort.

"With ulterior motive?" Byerly asks, fluttering his fingers to give a vague impression of casting magic which should, in turn, give an impression of Venatori.