"It's wondrous, isn't it? Always impressed the ladies back on Altea."

He drawled, leaning behind you as he showed off the castleship's galactic projector. It was something he was used to, especially having been a highly trusted royal servant when the technology was invented, but it was still one of the most objectively impressive things he could've shown you. The light blue projection of every star and system drifting around the room. Under his supervision—although he was kind of trying to hide the fact that he was assisting you—you were given the freedom to roam the hologram, zoom in on whatever little shiny speck you so wish.

The whole known world, projection or not, was at your fingertips. And it was so sweet to him to see you so amazed.

"I was around when this was invented. I watched King Alfor build these lions. I'm an untapped wealth of knowledge."

Finally, a relic of his era, that was still technically perfectly useful, was being appreciated instead of glossed over. It was understandable for no one to want to hear his outdated and slightly boring factoids about obsolete topics, this made him straighten his back and puff out his chest with pride to actually have impressed someone.

He leaned against the wide control desk, watching you from a few feet away. It was necessary to give you a bit of clearance given how you kept turning to look at the projected planets behind you or reaching out to point and zoom. The last thing he wanted was to be caught in the way of a loose arm and have it ruin the moment. It was very hard to keep track of dates and times floating around in space, visiting alien planets, having been cryogenically frozen, and the planet attached to the calendar he was used to having been destroyed. Maybe it was instinct or maybe he was totally wrong, but it felt like proper time and place.