Tycho did not often get irked or upset. It happened, of course, he was human. But these things tended to blow over for him like dandelions in the wind most days. This time, it had not. Instead the negative emotions that had taken root when Williams had relayed what he had witnessed (and of course, having missed the part of the ball where the hosts had realized Amortentia had made its way into their guests). It had been laughable at first. Ford mooning over a young lady? His Ford? Unlikely. But Williams story had only been corroborated by the debutante ghost that Williams was always flirting with.

He wasn't sure what to do about this. If Ford decided to marry... well, that would be Ford's right though Tycho would be horribly upset. But even if Ford was seeking a bride, he would have thought that Ford would at least not be so obviously besotted as Williams and his lady had described without first having spoken to Tycho about it.

The longer he thought about it, the more upset about it he became. That evening, he had decided that he needed to clear his head. So he had taken himself down by the lake to meditate. The cold snow on the ground was helping keep him grounded and he had cast a spell to make sure his clothing did not get wet.

Honestly, he was mostly in danger of falling asleep when he felt his knee being nudged. He peeked one eye open and saw that it was Ford. "Wouldn't you rather go with your lady than with me?" Tycho said waspishly, edging a little away from the other mans foot and resolutely ignoring him as he closed his eyes again.