"Begging your pardon, then. In my homeland, you see, the women are treated with the utmost respect. They are given rulership of the Houses, all seats in government (or at least all the important ones), and preside over all courts and proceedings. It is common, therefore, for the males to serve the matron's needs in other practical matters."
He continues, unable to stop himself, in a speech so practiced it seems scripted,
"These include matters pertinent to the maintanence of the home itself, children, family finances, and should it ever be necessary, arcane protection as befitting a noble House. I have been groomed to serve such a purpose for whomever my Mother sees fit just as soon as I return from the Academy.
"I am simply giddy to discover who she has chosen," he says with a barely suppressed giggle, "There is such a verdant field of beautiful flowers to choose from. None so lovely as you, of course, my...er...Mada-....eh, Charlotte."
His discourse is at last interrupted at the end by his own stammering at saying a woman's name without its proper title. It is obvious that Travellios is Noble from the top of his gleaming, golden-crowned head to the tip of his pedicured toes even if he smells more of fish and salt water of late.
