"My lord, you had me so worried! Please, let me examine your wounds."
"They've already been treated, it's fine."
"Let me stitch them for you. It'll help you heal faster."
"No. I reckon the doctor from the marquis's estate will change the dressing tomorrow. If he notices, I'll have to explain everything again."
"True, you always think ahead, My lord. By the way, was that a prince who came in with you earlier?"
"Yes."
"How strange. A prince visiting a red chamber."
"Emperors have contracted venereal diseases before. What's so special about a prince?"
"Shared battles and brothels, eh? Seems like you and the prince are on excellent terms, then?"
"He's an idle prince with no real power, nor any hope of seizing the throne, at least for now."
"So, he's completely useless?"
"For the moment, yes, that's right. Oh, no, actually, he seems to be quite wealthy."
"We aren't short of money right now, My lord."
