This is theater, and theater is collaborative. Yes, and yes, and yes-and. 

The Fool has found the contours of Ailee's character. Let's find the character that sneers at the Fool as they arrive, that finds pomp in these circumstances. 

"Hello. I don't believe we've met." A deep bow and a flourish. "What a fine and regal cloak! What intelligent and cunning eyes! [i]You must be the person in charge here[/i]." Lucien slicks back their hair, makes themselves presentable for such a formal occasion. Stands like a king's courtier, heels together and stiff-backed, "I am the Fool of the Sky Court, and to what do I owe the honour of your presence?"

Lucien is as dreadfully serious as a child at play.