A slight smile and a shrug were offered to the Elf as he spoke of his curiosity. "Thank you," he said with a nod. "It's nothing exciting; I just got lucky," Arkash explained sincerely. "I'd wager you've heard at least a dozen stories just like it," he said dismissively. Despite the dejected way in which the Rathor spoke of his history, he did briefly look up at the Veir's eyes when realization seemed to stir. "...How about this? I'll show you around where I grew up if we're ever in Nivenhain together. Sound good?" he wasn't sure how often Degare spoke to peasants or just how many tragedies he'd heard told. His usual dismissal of people's inquiries wouldn't have landed the way it usually did, not with a member of the Entente.
A nod of agreement followed the Veir's assessment of Arkash's temporary judgment. Whatever gripes anyone held with his clothing would be invalid once he had new clothes, so what did it matter? "Okay," he agreed. "So long as it doesn't start another uprising among your staff, we should be good. I'll sneak out the window so I'm not seen like this," Arkash declared with a decisive bow of his head. When Degare offered his open schedule to him, he grinned brightly, apparently pleased with that.
It was next to the window that his rifle lay propped. Arkash obviously wouldn't be able to carry a weapon that large through the daylit streets, but he didn't imagine he'd need it in the company of a mage as powerful as Degare. At his ask for an alias, he waited while the taller man thought, and began to curl a smile. It was sweet to see him think so delicately about something so inconsequential, but the gratitude for such showed in his eyes. A slight rise of his brows came at the offered name. "Caro Caedimire..." he thought aloud. "I like it, it has a certain ring to it. Does it mean anything in Daravinic?" Arkash was ultimately unfamiliar with Gentaverse and Raillen as languages.
"You're too good to me," he spoke in admiration when Degare reiterated his promise of the day to him. "...If you keep this up, I might just have to mount you again later," the Rath declared quite provocatively "with or without your head on is up to you..." he continued with a playful wink. Then, when all was said and done, he let go of the elf and arranged to wait outside as Degare got ready to visit wherever it was they were going. Then, with as much ease as he entered, he left the chamber through the window when the street below was quiet enough that he could evade detection.
