Logan was familiar with regimes. He had spent enough time in places like Japan and Russia, as well as an assortment of other countries with monarchies to know the feeling she was talking about. This was more of a democracy, in a sense, than a Kingdom. It wasn't near as grand and regal though she was right, it did command its own presence. He wouldn't argue politics with her.
Instead, Logan stood up and turned to face Giselle, catching one of her hands in his own. It was small in comparison but he held it anyway despite the difference in size.
"'Course ya can. Tonight is all about you, after all. Lead tha way." He was eager to see the space she had uncovered.