Lord Geron Leruc (complete list of titles excluded for brevity) deigns to grant his gaze to the interloper. And the mess it's made on the floor. This creature has arrived uninvited, dirtied the floor it stands upon, and failed to introduce itself. Honestly he thinks, is it so much to ask for basic etiquette?

Still, at least the creature had the good sense to comment on his good looks, although there were better words than 'pretty.' Was there anything to the sensation of being underappreciated? No, Geron decided, it was neither pleasurable nor painful enough to find desirable. Irritation would normally be reason enough to order a prolonged and exquisitely unpleasant execution, but this creature at least was an object of interest to break up the monotony of the minutes he's gone without entertainment. He might order the creature plucked and cooked and turn those feathers into an outfit later though, time would tell.

Until then he might as well see what it wants. He gestures idly around the room.

"This is The Everthirsting Maw, my ship."

Geron reflects that he needs to get a Seneschal of his own. He's too important to be expected to the work of listing off all his titles and it would give him someone to have an intelligent conversation with. Or at least someone he might find worth remembering the name of.

"I am Lord Geron Leruc. And you are?"