Cyrus looks between them, sees the glance and doesn't understand it. When it comes to Stephen, few things irritate Cyrus more than feeling excluded.

Not that it shows in his face, unless it's in a very slight shortening of his smile; a brief second's pause, to allow whatever's hanging in the air between them to clear out of his way.

"I think you're right," he says, breezy and pleasant still. "How does that sound, Stephen? At the estate, you think? Livia's always telling us to bring back more guests. I think she and Ms. Maryam would get along well."