Flicking his gaze upwards towards you, he inclined his head slightly in greeting, a practiced smile easing into his lips - one tinged with mock politeness as your name tumbles from his lips with a light lilt of his voice.

For a moment, you thought his eyes lingered far too longer on the engagement ring that rests on your finger.

"Salutations, my Queen! To what do I owe the visit? Was it not enough you saw me back at our place?"