“I am…,” Terrified, on edge, nervous, dealing with a supernatural mental affliction that made him afraid for his life when he looked at her? “Doing as well as I can, your Grace.” What was more likely; her killing him for lying or her killing him for not saying this was the best domain ever?
“I’m still in the process of settling,” he conceded “I’ve found a good location to sleep but there is still much I feel I need to learn about the city.” Manners, culture, threats, whether he’d be happy here.
"Is there anything I may do for you this evening, your Grace?" he asked a bit nervously. It was a bit of a risky question. Though not as risky as asking what he 'could do for her'. Mostly he was curious why she was talking to him and it could provide answers to that. More generally, he was checking for work or ingratiating opportunities. Without a Covenant he could use some favors (in either direction) to secure his place a bit. Mercenary but it had gotten him through the first couple months in other domains. Sometimes.
Continued from (2009)Informal Court...