"I am performing duties I do not understand, for people I do not understand, in a place I do not understand." Tristan laughs. "I'm a lot more interested in talking to someone who wants to be listened to, rather than spying on a private moment." Is it arrogant to assume Sir Hector wants someone to listen to? He hopes not. 

He takes a bite of his tart, and etiquette demands that he is careful to swallow it before continuing. "Those duties interrupted me before, quite rudely. You told me," and he closes his eyes in the effort to remember, "[i]that so much should hang on this one knight is unfair[/i]." More than unfair, she had hinted at, but he omits that out of politeness. "Which duties would you take from her? To what does fairness entitle you?"

There is no guile in how he asks this, no intended offense. He doesn't see how blunt and heavy [i]entitle[/i] is as a word when he swings it with ego-crunching force. An unintended punch is the one you don't think to pull. 

Implicit in it is an insinuation; She is [i]acting[/i] as if she is entitled something. It is not a comfortable insinuation to hear, even when it is made without malice. Especially when. Perhaps it is only the emphasis that Tristan has put on assuming that Sir Hector [i]should be[/i] entitled something that endears him. 

[I have come making an offering to a higher power, to speak of spiritual matters. I roll Weird: 2d6 + 1 = 7. Tristan's an odd child.]