[In a very lucky turn of events, Wysteria is actually at her desk to be looked over. She is presently bent over a number of papers and various diagrams, hemming and hawwing with a ruler and graphite, and marking down various measurements and cross-referencing a separate sheet and so on—

And then Kostos is there.

She sets the graphite down and squints up at him.]

If this is about mine refusing to be overly familiar with you, I think you'll find that I'm entirely within my rights— it is considered a compliment, you know.