He smiled at her, all sweetness then, and moved his hand away as he was asked his identity. He clasped said hand with its twin before him, and let them sit gently against his belly while he took the measure of her in silence.
"Not anyone of dire importance, she who belongs to Ansel." He replied, finally, eyebrow arched gently while he kept the direct lilac gaze upon her. "Still, a better of yours though. So, I do believe the appropriate sentence you were looking for was 'Who are you, Sir?'. In which case, I would have then replied 'I am Maiha, Grandchilde of Valerian, the Sanguine Prince.' See, no one of dire importance."