Shen Yuan instantly picks up his pencil and starts furiously sketching elsewhere on his canvas to try to capture the look in Laertes' eye - not the eye-roll, but the moment of endlessly fond knowing just after it. "I'll do my best," he promises. "Last time we saw each other—before the fight with the dead, anyway—we were at least mutually miserable. We, uh, took a nap together." Is that a weird thing to tell your friend's husband??