"I have no idea how I can prove the non-existence of something, like Ingrid's number in my cellphone, but whatever" The Flowering sounds slightly bemused "I think we've hit a wall, and there are still important things to talk about" Indeed, the Fairest would prefer to move on.
"The one-of-each-Season is a gimmick I first tried in my previous motley, before Sacramento. The Thousand Blades, I believe I told you about them" He doesn't remember where they sat that day, but it may have been the same table "Works terrible if you can't be bothered to peek out of your Courtly shell, works great in all other instances. I have a lot of faith in this one. It's been some time since I've been called 'noble', though" Which might be surprising, given his public image, but it was true nonetheless.
"Thankfully, not really. We've heard reports of mysterious lights in the Hedge while we were trying to make contact with Samuel's employers, but the they seem to have disappeared. Other than that it's pretty quiet as far as the Hedge goes. The Hedgebeasts and Hobs are down to manageable levels, and I've not seen any sign of the Gentry or their servants' passing. I don't think it needs saying" But he'll say it anyway "that I don't expect the quiet to last" He makes an 'oh' sound at the revelation that Seraphina is now into healing, apparently "I hope I'll never need to check how good you are" He teases with a smile and a laugh, perhaps the first exhibit of genuinely positive emotion since they've began talking.
The mention of charity nights piques his interest, and his smile widens "It does?" He asks, but then answers his own question"Of course it does, its owner is a Joyeux-turned-Monarch. But you're right, I haven't done anything like that in forever. Thank you for the offer, I'll be there next time" Without even realizing it at first, the Flowering relaxes, and it's apparent from his features and voice. In the coming days, he'll ponder if the Siren's friendliness was calculated manipulation or genuine caring, but for the moment he's content to let it flow, especially since the more serious business of Pledgecrafting comes up.
"So be it" He answers, and what he says next sounds much more official, underlined with the knight-errant's focus and the stirring of Wyrd, looking at a forming bond "On our shared link to the Court of Desire let our tongues hold from breaking the secrecy of what we choose to share today until the season turns, unless the other gives us permission. If we uphold this promise, may we be blessed with understanding of one's mind and soul. If we don't - may misfortune claim our fates" And with that, he falls silent, anxious to see if the Pledge will take hold.
Type: Corporal, Courtly Emblem
Task: Forbiddance, Lesser (-1, will not reveal the contents of this discussion to others without permission)
Boons: Adroitness (+1, Empathy Skill)
Sanction: Curse, Medial (-2)
Duration: Season (+2)
"I'll be happy to continue once that is done"