433 - He Whose Beef is Always Perfectly Aged

"Ser Monnen." He was looking at Kyriala as if he already had her undressed and in bed.  How dare he? I reached for my belt and brought my comb up, even as he did, the tail ends crossing a little too vigorously.  Don't 'fence' with your comb, my etiquette master always said. Simply present. Your rank carries itself.  "Were you presented at my father's court?"  He could have been, since he was