Seeing Arlia, clad in a beautiful black dress, Nigel found himself unable to hide the grin that crosses his face upon seeing her. Walking up to her, ignoring the men who subtly lay their hands on their weapons, he gently takes her hand and kisses her knuckles. "Good evening to you, Madam Medici." Sitting down across from her, he lays his arms on the table, lacing his hands together as he looks at the woman in front of him. "If I may be so bold," he says, "you look rather beautiful this evening."