“As you should,” Charles answered, perhaps a bit too quickly, but there was already a servant coming over to them. The poor man was rushing, which was wholly unnecessary but perhaps he felt it was needed with the guest in their mix, and set two goblets before them as they neared the table. Charles could tell the poor girl was shaking as it was, herself, and didn't need fussing servants to make it worse. So he gave her a warm smile and gestured to the small wooden traveling chairs that had been provided.
Then he gave her a reassuring pat, resting his other hand atop her own before releasing hers and taking the bottle from the fumbling servant. Boy must have been new. It was alright. Everyone had to learn eventually. Being nervous was no great offense. “Nothing too extravagant,” he instructed the boy before sitting himself and pouring a bit of wine for each of them.
“Don't misunderstand, I do not mean so much that you need to be kept secret as much as your particular... talent.” He sighed, “as much as I would prefer to believe otherwise, there are a great number of people that would use and abuse you to their own benefit.”
He raised the goblet, gave a friendly smile and added, “And by enigma, all I mean is that you are mysterious. No one in our circles seems to know anything about you. Other than you somehow managed to turn Henry's eye...” Which apparently had been quite the task. Charles had his own experience in such matters, on the opposite end of such things... his own wife having been the picky one refusing many. Different situation, though. And, Charles hoped, different reasoning. The boy always seemed somewhat level enough from what he'd heard.