Yes, he was pouring on the flattery. But that was who he was, or rather, who he wanted to be. Who he'd been with Helena. Unfortunately, Helena was too young to appreciate it. He should've known that, but in the time they were from, she was of age to be courted and proposed to and that was what he'd done. She was the best match for him and he'd loved her, truly. In the few weeks he'd been here, however, he'd come to know her as a completely different person. Or he'd just opened his eyes to who she really was to start. Either way, Anton was finding that he wanted the same chances at a new life.
He smiled sympathetically as Angelina described her lack of sleep during the rough weather, then interestedly as she went on to explain her love of storms, while nodding in agreement. And finally he was laughing, just a slow chuckle at first that grew to something hearty. She had claws of her own and wasn't afraid to use them - something he'd not seen in many women. Undisclosed was an intriguing woman, that was for certain. She was made of strong stuff and he admired that. Admired her. Oh, how glad he was that he'd accepted her invitation to meet.
To avoid laying on the charm too thickly, Anton changed the subject. "I meant to ask you, how did your polo match go? I thought I saw something in the journal earlier in the day, but was called away from my reading. I am sorry I did not come out to watch."