[Sitting, Seymour's gaze sweeps over Kanaya's office and then the woman herself with her flat machina and well put together airs. She has earned her position, it seems, and the respect of those she employs. Her apologies must be more for the sake of courtesy than due to any lack of faith in her designs.]

I have complete confidence in your abilities, Ms Maryam.

[A flash of a smile. He learns quickly.]

But my preferences are very much what you see before you, as all Maesters of Spira are expected to wear such robes.

[Of course, only Seymour likes his to rest open so that he can flash his tattooed chest like some hussy.]