One thing was certain: Cecil was a far better friend than Kain deserved. He'd given him so many chances, despite the fact that Kain continually ruined them. He sighed. Was his inner distress that evident? He was going to have to try harder to keep such things from the surface.

"...It's nothing, truly." He hesitated. "I don't think it fair to burden you, anyway. Not when you intend to enjoy the evening."