Palamedes looks up from stirring his tea, pure confusion on his face. Marianne might as well have asked if the two of them were conjoined twins for all it makes sense to him. “You mean…romantically, right?” Maybe he’s misunderstood. It wouldn’t be the first time he has done so in this place where no one is as straightforward about sex and relationships as they are on the Sixth. “Of course not. She’s my cavalier.”