Knowing her where she was still a slave to one of the scums of this city, it's incredible to see her so full life, so bright and happy... even if it turns out to be so exhausting.. And here Cú thought he can manage high-energy personalities. Now that Soren is a target, he needs to find a way to put a... pause to this.

Pause, because he does not believe a true stop can be put on it, at least until customers pull her back to the stall. So the moment Henrietta turns to him, he takes it as a chance to flick her forehead, right above between of her eyes.

She hoos, finally turning off for a second. Where can they even start answering her questions? If she took assumptions and run with them, that's really only her own fault.

"That's true, three is the ideal number so they say. So if you got multiple suitors, you don't have to worry about picking just one of them." Cú grins deviously as he returns the ball on Henrietta. "No one is going to read your thoughts, they might get your moods though."

Briefly, he shoots a wink at Soren, in a wordless 'I got this, I swear'. Swooping in to save the day. Or so he really hopes.

"Where are my manners, Henrietta, meet Soren — Soren, meet Henrietta— we know each other from the earlier trip." The details he decides to leave out. Everyone knows how different Dorchacht was before and what living in it entailed for a Monster.