Lord Borr offered his hand in a kingly fashion, wiggling his fingers as if presenting them for kisses to Kingston. He was forgiven, he'd decided, after hearing Mr. Boy Scout's explanation of what happened. "Clearly, you're not as dumb as I thought you both to be." Though there was still a stiffness to Lord Borr, something tight in his voice that said things weren't quite right between them.

They had, after all, hurt his feelings.

"I suppose you're both very young and very inexperienced and frankly, a little bit idiotic. You're forgiven." Mostly.