"There, there, your Khshathraness," Tyrus said. He got a small kick out of being able to use a very informal version of his national leader's proper form of address.

"It does make me crazy." He grinned, sheepishly, and shrugged again. He spread his hands out wide, in a 'what can you do?' sort of motion. "I don't think I need to get more crazy. But I should think on it, right?"