A smile was forced, Kysis trying to smooth over getting caught off guard by confirming that yes, he would like some more of the wine he had decided to try. It was a bit on the dry side, but probably an acquired taste (which he would most likely never get, seeing how often he drank: rarely). It went well with the food at least. Kysis just liked being able to hear the people around him, their movements and such. He had great hearing, but in a place such as a tavern such a sense was rendered useless. That was why he had situated himself in a corner at the Falcon\'s Mask, keeping it so that he could see anyone who approached. Lam might have thought it a little suspicious, but that was how Kysis remained most comfortable.
Kysis had actually seen the man approaching from the other side. He was the one with the Lord Blake earlier, if he remembered correctly, Kysis wondering fearfully what the young man might possibly want. Hopefully not to call him a screwtoy, too? He really needed to get rid of that terrible grudge associated with those around Lady Hannah, but it had been damn offensive, and only the night before. He could allow himself a little bit of steam over that. Luckily, the fellow had distracted them from Lam\'s question. Not everything was alright, but Kysis had no want to elaborate on it, and if a specific question was asked Kysis would not lie. Of course, he had always been good at hiding certain things.
A nod was given when the introductions were, Kysis watching Nolan closely. He did not have the bearing of a swordsman at all, so the question struck him as off, much less the fact that he had been at the demonstration. At the time, Kysis and Lam had not been closely associated, so the dungeon keep (as he had mentally taken to referring to Lam\'s sister the moment he knew she had bred) would not have as much of a reason to keep him away.... but still, how many nobles would have been there? Either way, he would not leave the young man hanging there, beaming as he was. He seemed a bit too happy about it all. Perhaps Kysis was just being suspicious, though.
"Thank you, ah...." He actually had to pause and think a moment, slightly embarrassed when he came up with the actual number behind the second part. If Nolen had not been staring at him, Kysis might have not answered, "I\'ve been.... practicing thirteen years." That felt puny, to say the least. Especially with the recent train of thoughts on his master in that subject. Tiberius had been practicing for longer than Kysis had been alive, had traveled and learned from all over. Kysis felt the young man\'s complements were severely misplaced.
Kysis looked back to Lam, facing her squarely with a questioning expression. It would be read as \'what does he want?\' or \'what is wrong with him?\', however she wished to take it. That was not the reaction he had been expecting. He knew that nobles fenced, some boxed, but his family did not deal in that sort of equipment. The steel was too good for that sort of thing. What interest could a noble have in combat if they had a comfortable, stable life without such perils? Of course, the question could be asked of Kysis, too, but he had grown up with that peril. It was just a way of life for him, this plush and comfy way of Oberon seeming foreign, though pleasant.
Hopefully Nolan would go away? Kysis was to respectful to send him away, even if they were still eating. It was Lam\'s nephew, after all.
