"How, exactly? Please explain to me how my more than friend would be in the way?"

More than friend.

That certainly captures the Fool's attention, and the look he gives Fitz is at once shocked and incredulous. In silence, he looks at his friend askance, his slender fingers tightening around the girth of his teacup. "It still staggers me, sometimes," he mutters acerbically, "how you are able to see so much with your sharp Wit and assassin's eyes, and still miss the obvious when it is right in front of you."

He sets his teacup aside and rises to his feet, eyes cold. "I'm going to bed, Fitz."