[ As Peter has his crisis, Sebastian quietly folds the box closed. He places a hand lightly on top of it, then goes through the rather odd gesture of pulling off one of the leather gloves he wears as Peter apologizes. He looks at the back of his hand, clearly as if he was expecting something to be there.

(Also, his nails are black? weirdo)

He barks out a sharp laugh, then stands as he brushes off the hem of his changshan. ]

You should be. But luckily for you, I am inclined to save my ire for our host.

[ If that's harsh, he doesn't particularly care, but he at least looks to Jamie rather quizzically. ]

Not something too useful, hm? Presumably if we have to pay a toll to continue forward, I would rather it not be one that hampers proceeding in the future.