[Baldr accepted his cup, letting the warmth soak into his palms as he waited for her, his own expression softening in thought.]

I'm sorry to hear it. ...He must be very precious to you. [There was a pause before he continued, with blissfully oblivious hypocrisy:] But I think you hardly have reason to wonder why he would take note of you. You're a truly remarkable lady, as beautiful as you are kind and talented. If his position is so lofty, he's all the more fortunate to have you at his side.