[He, too, likes the idea of a meeting in relative private. He is here to see her, after all, and not have some sort of boring confrontation with her flustered, panicking allies. If their course is roundabout and their destination is unimpressive, he gives no sign that it bothers him. It is but more time spent with her, in the end.

He sits across from her, large enough that the chair he sits himself upon gives a creak.]

I've learned some very interesting things from the Ascian that had been puppeting my body around. About your Hydaelin. About Zodiark. Things interesting enough that I'd like some... outside confirmation of them.

[Because while their inscrutable plans seem to happily involve him committing regicide and wandering off with wild ideas in his head, he can't help but be a little suspicious when he's allowed to do as he pleases.]