Cedar frowned. (An expression that those not accustomed to his face might not have found noticeable, but a subtle alteration of the posture of his bottom and top lips curled subtly in response to his consternation. The posture of his ears were probably more discernible, but likely not easily told apart from anger or vexation.)

He turned to Matilda, and muttered almost inaudibly--

"[color=7bcdc8]I uh.. Hmm... I need some things firs', unless you're wantin' ta be waitin' round all day while I rustle em up.. an'... Well... 'his majesty' says he would rather I be discreets.. and well....[/color]"

He motioned at himself, nonverbally pointing out how "discrete" his appearance was.

"[color=7bcdc8]Could ya help a feller out?[/color]"