He wasn’t positive, but it felt like people were talking about him. August was sitting still, his eyes and head only tilting slightly as he scanned the terrace and strained to hear the slight whispers that kept whisking around him. He was used to being whispered about, but that didn’t stop the curiosity that bloomed in his chest at the slight hints of his name being said. The man thought it human nature to want to know what others thought of oneself and he was not an exception to that nature. It was lilt giggling and high pitched squeals of the wait staff and he closed his eyes in resignation. There was no point fighting the attention, and they weren’t actually approaching him so it didn’t make that much of a difference if they weren’t doing any harm.
It wasn’t until the energetic buzz all but stopped did August return his attention to the present. The man angled himself so he had a clear view of the entrance way and watched as a small girl with the oddest silver hair walked onto the patio. The staff member leading her seemed overly enthusiastic about the whole ordeal and looked like she was about to lose it. August returned his gaze to the young woman, and she looked away from him. The hostess escorted the diplomat to the seat across from him and he gave the woman a polite nod before she retreated back into the restaurant. The girl seemed nervous, almost fidgety, and Augustin was unsure about the behavior. He had heard this girl to be a force like no other amongst the nobility of the grand game and he had been excepting her to appear much more confident and imposing than she currently was. As he ran over this in his mind her whole demeanor shifted and it had the man raising an eyebrow in interest. Her switch seemed to flip instantaneously and he felt himself straighten with her demeanor change, she was certainly a player.
“I don't need to bother introducing myself as you would probably know all about me at this point, so please, indulge me on your identity Monsieur Lafyette." He felt himself smirk, she was interesting. What ever shyness that had overcome her at the start had vanished and was replaced with someone not to be taken lightly. He leaned forward slightly, offering a kind smile and a slight bow of the head, before speaking to her.
“It is a pleasure to meet you Princess. Please, call me August there is no need for such formality here.” He paused only for a moment, deciding on his next moves. Reyna was smart, no doubt she knew of his nature and title, there would be no point in crafting elaborate lies and ploys to win her over. Still though, he needed to play the game, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t do it in a way that made him comfortable. Honesty was not generally a part of playing the game, but it might be able to get the diplomat in front of him to open up. “I was sent by my duke to befriend you, he wishes for stronger ties with Fereldan and you seem the best way to do that. I won’t force you though, I’d rather be friends if we are to spend any sort of time together.”