[The passivity is somewhat familiar. Is he shy, like her sister is? Perhaps. Well.] You must forgive me. I am used to being something of a diplomat, back where I am from, and my king would betimes send me out with those from other lands. To 'show them the sights'. I am familiar with the task, and actually, 'tis often one I'd enjoy. So I promise you, my lord, 'tis no imposition.

[And she smiles.] You do carry yourself as though you are a well-trained fighter. [Then, a pause.] Is it your job, to attempt such? Being unnoticed, I mean.