Mostly oblivious to the suppressed laughter (he merely assumed Sir Tony was a jovial fellow), Didymus removed his cap and sank into a deep bow. "The pleasure is mine, my lord," he answered, before straightening and replacing his cap.
At the questions, his eyebrows contracted. X did not say, to the best of his recollection, where to meet. He had simply assumed, when X charged him with the task of finding Sir Tony, that he or she intended to do the same. "Nay, my lord -- X did not say whither our congregation wouldst take place." Or indeed, whether only his nose and not his steel would be required, but both were at their disposal, so it mattered not, in his mind.