Despite of his nerves, Tyrann was pleasant and personable. He was an enthusiastic conversationalist with a facile sense of humour that could occasionally cut through even the most formal of affairs without being off-putting. At least that had been his experience amongst his own people, though he was not altogether certain how his japes came across amongst their long lost forebears. The king was so subtle, it took Tyrann a few minutes to even notice he'd withdrew and that was notable, as he tended to be very attentive to and deferential toward figures of such power and prestige. Though he did glance up to gauge the expression worn by the monarch upon his throne, his easy smile remained as he turned his attention back to the prince.
"I wish I had arrived better prepared but, alas, your culture is as cagey as my own and so I know passing little about Your Highness, save what I've learnt thus far today." And that was too little for Tyrann's taste and comfort.
"May I inquire as to what position you hold at court, aside from dashing prince of an august ancient lineage?" His grin was rife with mischief, and its crooked bent hinted at the slightest trace of flirtation, though he was careful enough not to push beyond the boundaries of propriety. He was much too cautious, and far too much of his future rode upon this moment for him to muck it up with indulgence, even if that did tend to be his yen.
He glanced askance to check on his honour guards, who seemed to be holding their own in conversation with some of the courtiers... which amused him, given both were quite aloof, which made them perfectly suited to their roles in his retinue, but rarely ideal social guests.
