He sees that she's amused, and so he shoots her a very smug look. He considers that not-quite snicker a personal and professional triumph. (Not least because it's good to see that the girl has some sense of humor. Without laughter, they're all going to go outright insane here - no question of it - and so smiling is the first step back from the edge.)

"Now, now," he cautions, "don't be too hasty swearing those sorts of oaths. Have you ever been to a dance? They're perfectly marvelous. Free drink, free food, and a free spectacle. Beautiful people working hard to look their most beautiful - and did I mention the free food and drink..." He sighs wistfully. "Of course, I've been banned from all parties hosted by no fewer than seven different Vor clans. Which is simply absurd. I didn't start those fights. I was the victim! Can you imagine, those brutes taking a swing at me, just because I was pointing out simple facts about their clothes, or their dates, or their hygiene..."