Xavier very rarely blushed. There wasn't much he was ashamed of, after all. And it wasn't that he was now, it was more the fact of Miss Viola asking about his lovers. By Clovennian standards, it was already a conversation he oughtn't be having with a woman of his own social class. So, with Miss Viola? He felt his face heat up slightly, and was glad that she could not see it.
"Ah," he let out, the only sign of his embarrassment at the impropriety. He recovered in the next second, however, and sidestepped the question very nicely, if he might say so himself. "It's a good country to live in, miss. Less excitement than in Belailles, and it gets dreadfully hot in the summer, but the people are nice."