"Oh, I wouldn't do that," Nyx says, laughing. "I dance like a three legged horse. Auguste tried to teach me once- thought he could put me to use charming some of the stodgier nobles out of their tights, but no. I'd only embarrass you and step on your feet."

He lifts one of the fine teacups up to his lips, pinky raised ostentatiously. After years spent in court, Nyx has enough of a grasp on the finer points of dining etiquette to get by without anyone challenging him to a duel mid-meal... even if he still thinks that most of it is damn silly.

"Now, if you need someone to peel grapes for you or get oiled up and wrestle in your honor, I'm your man."