"'The paidhi is very gracious,' Damiri said, and offered her hand, expecting his: he gave it, perforce, compelled to look up to a straightforwardly curious stare, a very solid handclasp. 'Scandal, scandal, scandal. I think it's a very nice, a very honest face, myself, and my aunt can swallow her salacious and doubtless entirely envious suspicions. -You're so exquisitely polite, nand' paidhi.'
'I- hope to be, daja-ma.'
'I may never get my staff back. They're quite besotted.'
'I- hope I've done nothing improper, daja-ma.'
'Bren-paidhi. They dream nightly of you doing something improper. I've heard the reports.'
The thought of Bren being an accidental atevi ladies' man makes me laugh every time.