He sipped his tea and lowered his cup, the china clinking softly against the saucer. "Thank you." he said, his voice wavering a bit as another wave of emotion hit him unexpectedly. This time, however, he was better able to mask it, and his tear ducts did not betray him again. "I suppose there is a final matter that bears discussion, if I shall be staying on: the matter of the duel between Mr. Truebridge and myself." He raised an eyebrow. "I presume you intend disciplinary action, given the circumstances."