Dunlap was an observant man. Partially this is why he was chosen for this particularly difficult assignment. He managed to witness the stolen glances between his squire and the young lady and shot Wil a disapproving glance in response. Then Sir Jonas spoke up to break the silence, mercifully. The awkwardness was really starting to get to Sir Philip.<br/><br/>“Most certainly,” Sir Philip replied, glancing over in the direction of his host. “I pray that my quarters during my next visitation would be half as well appointed. Your staff is helpful, and your feast rivals any that I have ever partaken of. You have our sincere thanks,” he added with a bow. Philip was perhaps exaggerating slightly, but it was well intentioned exageration. Following that exchange low conversations began between dinner guests as the ice had been broken.<br/><br/>Using the background noise as cover Philip then leaned over to speak to Wil.<br/><br/>“Stop flirting with her. We are not on a social call,” he whispered in a firm tone that spoke volumes. Philip was being very serious.<br/><br/>“Et’s no me fault,” Will replied innocently, trying to avoid blame for something that he didn’t understand.<br/><br/>“Wil, you are a man. When it comes to young women – Everyting is your fault. Now STOP.”<br/><br/>With that Wil spent the rest of the dinner staring at his plate and eating very little.