Piotr listens, patiently, or at the very least impassively, hands clasped behind his back. His brows draw down, but his expression doesn't change otherwise.

"A moving speech, Maharani," he says, eyes narrowing slightly, "but my wife did not recommend you for the front lines."

He doesn't doubt her capability, not in this moment, but he's not going to fight her, either. Maybe she's just that impassioned of a bodyguard -- because Piotr well understands what it is Olivia wants this woman for, and it's no mere lady-in-waiting.