Her interest peaked his own, and when she said her name he'd heard of her before. In her own time she'd formed a more modern cult in his name with her summer palace. While he may have only seen it in passing during the first World War, he knew of it, power alone coming from such a monument.
When her hand slid away, it was then that he let her have a smile. "Elisabeth of Austria," he said with a nod, listening to her continue "It's a pleasure," though the arrogance in his eyes indicated he was more charmed in her attentions to him than of what she'd done in her past.