She hardly seems monstrous to him, but then, he barely knows more than her name. Perhaps she truly was a demon in disguise. "Did I mention open arms? You are very presumptive about our willingness to embrace, mademoiselle. As for what I said to Alia - you know, I honestly do not remember," he lied easily. "The fight was truly spectacular."

The small people. Henri manages to avoid sighing at the reminder, knowing she's right and aware that they had not been a particular focus of his. "Most would say Capet has had it's own share of wellness in war." He turns a sparkling, self-deprecating grin on her. "But. More to the point - has my maudlin conversation inspired any swoon worthy recollections as to my titles? I carry smelling salts, should you require them."