Elia's smile matched the newcomer's own as he came into the room. A Greyjoy with manners? Wonders never ceased. Better yet, a very attractive Greyjoy with manners. Perhaps she would settle that bet with her cousins sooner than she had thought...
"You, sir, speak with a gilded tongue," she said lightly, though her smile was warm. "Yet I thank you- I had feared that courtesy had fled Kings Landing entirely. It's almost as though they've been raised by wolves."
She took a sip of the wine and her thoughts turned from what might lay beneath his tunic to what was atop it. Pretty eyes, she decided- pirate eyes. What were Greyjoys if not pirates? Elia extended her hand to the Northerner. "I am Elia of Dorne," she said, leaving off her title. "And which of Lord Ian Greyjoy's handsome sons do I have the pleasure of beholding?"