[ So... she doesn't want a drink, then. He doesn't know her well enough to know that something's off. Of course he doesn't. But he still knows that something is, her smile tight and her stance somehow rigid. But the thing that stands out most about her is that she knows who he is, where he's from, that easy confirmation of something he'd half-thought that she was going to try to hide. What does she know? Does she actually know anything?

God. If the Princess of White Tower knows he's up to no good, he's hooped. He needs to play nice. It shouldn't be a problem. He's good at nice.

He's just not sure if he'll be good enough for her. ]

Oh, you know. Even if it is beautiful there, everyone needs a change of scenery now and then. I had some old friends to catch up with. [ He doesn't particularly like them. But they don't know that, and even if they did, they'd hardly care. ] But... I'm more surprised that you even know who I am.

[ He's not exactly Mr. Popular. Rarely in the news; rarely on the network, not with everyone watching. ]