"Well-spotted." He touches a hand to his heart, bowing his head in acknowledgment. "On both counts. Born and raised in Vorrutyer lands, but a glad resident of Vorbarr Sultana since I was seventeen. And this style, I'll have you know, is all the rage at the moment. Not like your look, which - if I might critique - is terribly out of fashion."

He mitigates this not-quite criticism with a crinkle of his eyes which - well. Which projects warmth. Warmth which is rather unfeigned. Hang him, he's simply damnably charmed by her, is all.

"The same to you. Where are you from?"