He doesn't even have to say it for her to get it. Perne is equally familiar with the notion of friends and enemies, though perhaps one might not think so from her appearance. There's very little about an initial impression, or even a second and third, that would imply there's anything about Perne that would warrant that kind of thought process. To the objective eye, she imagines she must seem quite unsuspecting.
She huffs out a very quiet laugh, dropping her gaze when she feels that she's attempted to hold his for quite long enough. "Wariness of me," she parrots thoughtfully. "Perhaps a necessity should one have a particular dislike for dry wit and sarcasm. I do not think such things to be very threatening, and yet not everyone would agree." Her father, she means. To him, both of those are likely to be great disservices to their family representation.
"I think you may be safe, though, perhaps watch yourself just to be on the safe side."
He is also in possession of a wealth of dry wit and sarcasm himself, though this is hardly the time to put such inclinations on display. That, he tends to save for the few who have managed to become close to him despite his tireless efforts to be a consummate professional in all things.
"Those who are threatened by such are, perhaps, lacking in imagination— but I doubt you will find many who are averse to them here. However, I will remain vigilant, as you say." His smile remains, reserved but genuinely amused. She is clever, without a doubt— sharp, and he finds himself grateful for this chance meeting. He doubts their exchange would have been quite so open and telling had it been under the intended circumstances, with him in his role of chamberlain.
"Far be it from me to ignore advice so freely given."
For several long moments, Perne can only take him in as though she doesn't quite understand what he's getting at. Rather, it's more that she is attempting to parse truth from humour. Surely... he must be teasing. He manages to cut short any witty retort she may be inclined to volley back toward him and instead...
Perne manages to clear her throat, politely dipping her eyes. "Vigilance is sometimes a necessary trait. I have no reason to believe that you, or any of yours, would be lacking. That said, my knowledge on your fair city is not grand. After all, it is my first time here. Although I do feel my knowledge on the local patisserie has greatly increased. No doubt, with gratitude to you."
"I am truly glad to be of service, in that regard," he assures her, gesturing broadly to the pastry case near the front window. "Though there is no shortage of such establishments throughout Insomnia, you'll find none finer than this— your own feet guided you quite well."
He could easily remain within this very shop for hours, no doubt, were he the sort with that kind of time to spare, but even now, off-duty, he is not— and he imagines she may not be the sort, either. Someone so sharp is rarely idle.
"I'm afraid I have infringed on your time for long enough, though I have no doubt we will be seeing more of one another— I thank you once more for your earlier suggestion. Perhaps next time we meet, I can share the results."
She'd love to claim it was simply opportune timing, but the truth is that anything would have provided a good escape from whatever it is that her father's got up his sleeve. He's not even in Insomnia and she feels like his grasp is still hanging right above her. Honestly, cakes were the best things she could have run into. She would have found them eventually. If not by nose, then surely by eyes. Perne has very few complaints.
"Yes, we very well may," she agrees with a subtle dip of her chin. She eyes him for some moments before she politely drops her gaze. "I will be very interested to hear. If fortune is so kind as to bring us together once more. I pray that you go well. Thank you for your assistance, your guidance, and your kindness in hosting my family and me here. We will do our utmost to be as inconspicuous as possible."
I'm so glad they had this good meet-cute so we can ruin it with awkwardness at their next meeting
He nods firmly, offering her a courtly bow in response even as she drops her gaze. Off-duty or otherwise, he is always and ever prepared to act as a representative of the Citadel and the royal family.
"I hope your stay in Insomnia is a pleasant one. I look forward to welcoming you to the Citadel proper, when the time comes." Though he doubts he'll be in charge of her party's care directly, being head of the prince's own household puts him in a position to be kept apprised of matters. Drawing back up to his full height, he nods his thanks to the gentleman behind the counter before angling towards the door.
"Until then, do enjoy the sights. The city has a great deal to offer natives and visitors alike. For now, I must take my leave."
With that, he departs, though not without offering her another polite smile on his way out.
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She huffs out a very quiet laugh, dropping her gaze when she feels that she's attempted to hold his for quite long enough. "Wariness of me," she parrots thoughtfully. "Perhaps a necessity should one have a particular dislike for dry wit and sarcasm. I do not think such things to be very threatening, and yet not everyone would agree." Her father, she means. To him, both of those are likely to be great disservices to their family representation.
"I think you may be safe, though, perhaps watch yourself just to be on the safe side."
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He is also in possession of a wealth of dry wit and sarcasm himself, though this is hardly the time to put such inclinations on display. That, he tends to save for the few who have managed to become close to him despite his tireless efforts to be a consummate professional in all things.
"Those who are threatened by such are, perhaps, lacking in imagination— but I doubt you will find many who are averse to them here. However, I will remain vigilant, as you say." His smile remains, reserved but genuinely amused. She is clever, without a doubt— sharp, and he finds himself grateful for this chance meeting. He doubts their exchange would have been quite so open and telling had it been under the intended circumstances, with him in his role of chamberlain.
"Far be it from me to ignore advice so freely given."
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Fond... of both?
For several long moments, Perne can only take him in as though she doesn't quite understand what he's getting at. Rather, it's more that she is attempting to parse truth from humour. Surely... he must be teasing. He manages to cut short any witty retort she may be inclined to volley back toward him and instead...
Perne manages to clear her throat, politely dipping her eyes. "Vigilance is sometimes a necessary trait. I have no reason to believe that you, or any of yours, would be lacking. That said, my knowledge on your fair city is not grand. After all, it is my first time here. Although I do feel my knowledge on the local patisserie has greatly increased. No doubt, with gratitude to you."
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He could easily remain within this very shop for hours, no doubt, were he the sort with that kind of time to spare, but even now, off-duty, he is not— and he imagines she may not be the sort, either. Someone so sharp is rarely idle.
"I'm afraid I have infringed on your time for long enough, though I have no doubt we will be seeing more of one another— I thank you once more for your earlier suggestion. Perhaps next time we meet, I can share the results."
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"Yes, we very well may," she agrees with a subtle dip of her chin. She eyes him for some moments before she politely drops her gaze. "I will be very interested to hear. If fortune is so kind as to bring us together once more. I pray that you go well. Thank you for your assistance, your guidance, and your kindness in hosting my family and me here. We will do our utmost to be as inconspicuous as possible."
I'm so glad they had this good meet-cute so we can ruin it with awkwardness at their next meeting
"I hope your stay in Insomnia is a pleasant one. I look forward to welcoming you to the Citadel proper, when the time comes." Though he doubts he'll be in charge of her party's care directly, being head of the prince's own household puts him in a position to be kept apprised of matters. Drawing back up to his full height, he nods his thanks to the gentleman behind the counter before angling towards the door.
"Until then, do enjoy the sights. The city has a great deal to offer natives and visitors alike. For now, I must take my leave."
With that, he departs, though not without offering her another polite smile on his way out.