[His eyes spark with evident pleasure as she sketches a bow, and - releasing his hold on the moored boat, water still dripping from gleaming feathers - he returns the gesture in kind. Bows low, adds a flourish, the slight spread of his wings like a dramatic, dark cloak. If there's one thing that can be said for his new and unusual form, it's that it plays into his love of drama. He cuts quite the avian figure.]

Well if you're a lady knight, that must make me the dashing retainer, eh? Quite at your service.

[The quick slide of his smile, playing up to the theme that they've set for themselves.]

But if it pleases you, you can call me Julian.