[There's that cool-headed drow, no doubt full of poise and confidence as he presented himself in his poems, and Taryon must match his level of self-control. No sudden clasping of hands, no shy smiles and certainly not twiddling of thumbs. This isn't their first dance at the wedding. This is just a normal date. Guys don't turn into lovesick idiots after their first romantic outing.]

It's a castle. There's nothing more impressive than something that should have taken years to built without magic. But I'm certain your home has its rustic charms. After you.

[He bows and holds his hands aside to guide this esteemed guest towards the workshop.]

Dory, get the tea set ready. [The automaton turns silently and marches upstairs, as any obedient butler would.]