[Ah, so much for being a gentleman. Though, looking at the sword, she is clearly quite equipped to take care of herself, even from overly touchy Fae. (A rather nice sword, he may add. It must be quite expensive.)

He catches her expression and raises his brows.] Er, is something on my face?

[Oh. Is that the issue? He doesn't want to say it's like he may have forgotten it, but he does panic a little with the idea that... that perhaps she had been in that place with him, and he's lost more memory than he can really call.

He pauses once more. This is. Terribly confusing all of a sudden, but at least some recognition passes across his face -- though not the type she'd like.] Ah, Ciri. A wonderful name. A bit funny to name yourself after the princess. [He laughs lightly. Doubtful. This woman is a fair bit older than the princess would be, wasn't she?] Er, a princess. That I know of. I can count the amount of people who know of the Continent on one hand at this point.

[He's mostly muttering to himself now, annoyed. That a dream should encroach so close to the sphere he's left behind. A reminder of what he'd worked to have there when it had left his thoughts for so long.]