( At the very least, Urianger has the good grace to look appropriately chastened by Thancred's comment. Few know better than himself (and his fellow Scions) that he isn't really a man from which you can easily slip away — and Urianger should have known better than to think that, after all they've been through, he would simply give up the chase.

These afflictions are making quite the fool of him, or so it would seem. His shoulders remain tense for a long moment before slumping in defeat, and he brings his hands together atop the table before lacing his fingers tight. )

... Aye, I should think so.

( He replies wearily, the exhaustion of the last few days beginning to creep in around the edges of his words. )

I prithee forgive my poor behaviour of late, Thancred.

( And yet his lashes remain low, his attention fixed on the clasp of his hands before him. )

'Twas not mine intent to instigate a childish game of cat and mouse.