[That he bows before his approach is to be expected for men of their respective stations. That Alfred finds himself enchanted is another matter entirely. Don't show them your hand by showing your spirit, Newendyke. How does one halt a brightening in his own eyes? He is a good looking gentleman and it's not hard to see therein wages a war between truth and tradition, likewise honor and honesty. But Alfred must remember what he's here to do.]

Sir. [L'orange surfaces. Polished. Practiced.]

You appear engaged in an affair to which all but yourself are blind, and if I may be bold it seems most stimulating. [He leans towards the taller man to keep these words between themselves.] Tell me your secret.