[The circlet's on the desk too, I forgot to mention that. He didn't go throwing that at the wall, thankfully!!

Anyway, Iago sits on the bed, clearly attempting for "prim" and falling entirely short. He's managing "stiff and awkward" but that's probably about what you expected given the... everything. Dist's words get his gaze to dart, and even though Iago's pretty much always making eye contact (often to the point of staring his conversational partner down), this time he isn't really able to look back at Dist.]

I... [gods] appreciate it.

[It's incredibly awkward in a way he never is and after a long moment he exhales slowly and some of the tension slowly begins to leave him.]

Had I realized the trial would turn into that mess, I would have offered your [our?] alibi earlier. I thought it best not to draw attention, but clearly that was going to happen anyway.

[There's something angry creeping into his tone at that, even though he's clearly trying to keep it under wraps.]