"I can hear you tying yourself in knots." It is not near as attractive as Cade might think- if Cade ever spared a thought for such things. And considering he is a 'good chantry boy' made templar? He likely did not. "You took the lash, you will not break that rule again. Well. It will not be a rule any longer for constant supervision causes you distress, I think, but- the matter is shut. Break another rule and we will be here again with the wall and the Cat."

It is not so much a threat as it is a promise. "But if you wish for this to be about more than punishment, we can discuss it. There is little you can imagine, ask for, or consider that I would judge you for Cade. You need not make your mind up now. The only thing you must do before you dress and leave? Is take four sips of this."

This being the healing potion he'd pulled from his bag earlier.