Lyall has a point- Warsman isn't sure he especially minds someone like Lyall poking fun at him gently, but he knows that Lady Valdemar wouldn't be quite so forgiving. It does make him feel as though he's rather unkindly using the man to test his limits, but given how obviously his own inexperience is showing he'd like to think that he understands.

"I wouldn't dream of it," he answers quickly. "Thank you for the warning. I still don't quite know what is expected of me." Or maybe he knows all too well. He was being tolerated as a guest, yes, but only on the flimsiest of social ties; the real reason the Valdemars are offering him shelter is the machinery inside of him, Czech technology as yet unknown to them.

As he props the door open, though, Warsman quickly shakes his head. "Ah, no thank you. I was going to stay here for a little longer, if that's alright."