He smiled, and chuckled. "Makes sense." Although he did wonder how the maid would react upon seeing him alive. He assumed that Ashe would would sort it all out, and reintroduce to the court him without causing a fiasco.

Rasler walked over to the table and took a seat. He took a plate off the cart, the scent of their supper making his mouth water. He much preferred dining alone with Ashe, where they could talk about whatever came to mind without having to worry whether the subject was acceptable for the ears of polite society. "Ashe, what did you want to discuss?"