Alistaire nods towards Stephanie as she defends him, not straying from Sebastian's gaze. He notes the stilling of the pendulum with particular attention. Grandfather's skin had thinned, it seemed. There was something... hollow.

It didn't look so much like he was holding back a smile as he was stopping himself from showing his teeth. And then the screens began to play.

Alistaire manages to hold off all but a faint twitching at the corner of one eye, as he takes the drink his grandfather had poured. He downs it in one smooth draw, before delicately wiping the corner of his mouth with a thumb. Oh Grandfather... what have you become?

"What a waste of cloth and wine..." is what he brings out of his mouth.

"I see what the shape of things are to be."