[The woman looks as if she belongs to royalty, much like the Count. There's a way she carries herself that implies such and Caster finds himself inclined to treat her graciously. He bows deep and takes her hand so he can press a respectful kiss to it.]
There's no need to call me "sir." I'm a pauper who performed for the rich's favor. To put it simply: I'm a suck up of the worst sort. Call me Andersen - that will suffice.
[she's surprised by the gesture, it's clear, but her expression softens into a slight smile, and she goes to sit across from him on one of the chairs.]
Mr. Andersen. It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Haydee, and I am the humble slave of the Count.
It is no contract that binds me to him, Mr. Andersen. He acquired me in his travels, and thus I remain at his side and his service. What he wishes of me, I shall do without question.
I barely know him, save for his name and temper. The Count summoned me by sheer accident. I haven't been in this world for even a night, and I've got a headache.
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There's no need to call me "sir." I'm a pauper who performed for the rich's favor. To put it simply: I'm a suck up of the worst sort. Call me Andersen - that will suffice.
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Mr. Andersen. It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Haydee, and I am the humble slave of the Count.
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[He's assuming that's what she means. Who knows, when it comes to fairies? He wrote tales about them, but was by no means an expert.]
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[she folds her hands on her lap.]
How did you come to know of the Count?
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I barely know him, save for his name and temper. The Count summoned me by sheer accident. I haven't been in this world for even a night, and I've got a headache.