Helenus watched her pace and mutter, not understanding much beyond 'Aloysia'. Well it was no different than when he muttered about Paris in Greek. He was feeling pretty calm about the encounter, although admittedly, that could change rather quickly. For all that Constanze called Aloysia her Paris, there was really no knowing how to deal with one until you met them in person. But also no good in imagining the worst.
He listened and nodded as she talked. "It will be alright," he replied, in what he hoped was a soothing tone. "I'm used to forward, my family is Greek, after all. And I know a thing or two about dealing with bratty siblings." That didn't mean it was fun, of course. He just felt a little bit less like he might be going into this encounter blind.