A Crossing Of Different Worlds

[Reeves]

He tilts his head at the comment, smirking for a moment, and electing to first be seated before actually answering any of the questions.

"Damien Morreti. Commander of the Xeno Alliance. Just Damien is fine though."

His tone varied little and maintained a sense of being utterly at ease. A second passed before his posture followed suit, as if concealing a cold calculation of the woman across from him, a leg then crossed over the other and pronounced the already regal posturing.

"I'm already spoken for though - happily so."

There would be no attempts at courtship here. Or whatever passed as courtship on a wayside rest-stop like this. An attendant did scurry over to their table once he was seated and doted patiently until he ordered something in the local tongue. This sent the small framed servant scurrying off back behind the main counter and out of sight.

"Your turn."

His head tilts ever so slightly in expectation of an introduction.