"I do what I can, Miss Rey," Carlisle insists. "Let us simply hope that you are not torn apart by constructs or attacked by another shirtless figure under the influence of the gods."

He's pretty sure the guy would have been shirtless with or without the gods' influence, though. He sips at his drink, which is definitely working by now.

"How is your tea? Is it strong enough, or should I refine the enchantment?"