As Ser Ordhan gave his gracious reply, Piers watched with amusement as the tides changed once more in the battle that had raged between anxiety and earnesty across the younger man's face since the moment he'd stepped through the door. Unable to help himself, he actually began to laugh, stricken by the delightful naivete of the knight's obvious concern. It was dreadfully impolite, and he knew it; he covered his mouth and shook his head until he got himself under control a moment later, trying to explain before he mortified the poor man.
"Good gracious, forgive me. I'm just not certain the last time I met anyone as polite as you who actually meant it." He chuckled, gesturing apologetically to Ordhan not to get up and leave. "You would be bloody dreadful at politics, Ser Ordhan. You have the most honest face. It's- now don't get me wrong, it's refreshing."
He sighed, his chuckling dying away and leaving behind a knowing smile. "I find myself curious about you, lad, but I fear by asking I will only offend further. I will of course understand if you've had quite enough of this silly old man."