The Ball, creating an alliance, watching ir'Dale, researching new allies, finding a thief, protecting his most trusted servant, finding spell components for the master mage, worrying about Emily d'Raavos's feelings, seducing the queen, and now let's add taking care of a troublesome priest.  Tehr felt like he was being spread too thin.  He felt like a pat of butter that was too small, being scraped across toast.  He needed to prioritize, and may the gods damn him, let go of some of the less important tasks in his life.  He knew this was a fact and he'd have to start... but then again a subtle request from his queen was not to be ignored in any sense of the word.<br/><br/>"You have my promise," Tehr said quietly into the crown of her hair, "that should you give me this priest's name and I will make it my duty to discredit or embarrass him."  What Tehr wasn't saying was that his duty for Queen did not extend to out right assassination.  At least not yet, not without knowing that the man was a true enemy of the crown as well as evil through and through.  He was a nobleman, not an assassin.  "Only let it wait until after the ball.  We have precious little time, and I've promised your master mage that I would make an attempt to gather some supplies from the forests for him."<br/><br/>He chuckled and pressed his thumbs into a particularly tight knot of muscle and added, "As for after the ball, well, It is now and always will be, my duty to service the queen to my utmost."  Hell, maybe she would even invite him to call her by name, by then.