Jezin smirked as Thomas returned, noticing the thick steel armor had been replaced by a more casual doublet. He glanced down at his armor. He hadn't even considered what he'd be wearing to the feast. Now that he thought about it, wearing armor into such an event would likely be a sign of poor taste, still, he would feel better with it. It was a sacrifice he'd have to make. Sophia surely would harass him until he changed into something more 'courtly' anyway. He glanced at Thomas with a smirk when he mentioned the ladies at the feast. "Oh, I'm sure I can find something that will do the trick." A thought crossed his mind. "So, does the Order of the Thistle allow it's members to participate in... outside activities?" His face still bore the same smirk.