[He likes the note of honesty in her tone as she replies. She means it when she says that it's a pleasure to meet him, something that follows through with a genuine smile from her. He decides that he likes the way her lips look curved up like that, and hopes that she's given to smiling often, or at least that she might be inclined to do so for a husband.

Even if they were matched together by politics first and foremost.]

The feeling is mutual, and yes, I'd love a drink. Am I smelling something like oranges, or is that my imagination?

[He walks where she gestures, taking a seat only because he's not certain if she'd welcome him holding her seat out for her. Can she pour him a drink easily from across that table, or will she need to stand to do it? He decides it's easier to let her host however is easier for her, and sits with his back to the open doors behind him. A sign of trust, to turn his back on an opening that could allow any number of people through with him at a visual disadvantage.

Still, on the other side, it does also mean he sits between Sola and any potential threat. He may not want to conquer worlds, but it does not mean he not warrior-trained, or unwilling to fight.]

Would you mind if I asked you a somewhat blunt question to start things off?