Sebastian studied him for several moments, before shrugging it off. "If you say so," he replied with a nod. Sebastian turned to the task of getting dressed and trying to make himself presentable for breakfast. He tried to smooth down his tousled black locks but kept running his hands through them and messing them up again. It was one of his ticks when stressed or irritated, and his family's nagging, pressuring ways definitely counted as that. "Tell me there will be time for a ride after breakfast," he nearly begged Rogan, knowing that he would need an escape afterwards, a chance to clear his head before facing the day ahead. Out on the back of a horse, thundering through the woods, was one of the places he felt the freest, one of the ways to work out any problem and clear his mind. Talking things out with Rogan always helped too, but this wasn't exactly something that he could talk out with his advisor as it had to do with the other man.