"Poor thing," Porrim replies wryly. She knows that this isn't Stephen's style, being led around like a show pony with his brother's hand on one shoulder all the while.

"Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. The good thing about me being so damn tall is that I'm easy to hide behind." She sips at her drink, regarding the room around them with curiosity. "Cyrus managed to sneak in quite a few, ah--personal touches, didn't he?"