By now he should have probably have told her, warned her, maybe. Should she have mentioned his name to anyone else he's certain that he would not be described in glowing terms. It's a miracle she hasn't discovered him already... But being treated both normally yet respectfully is such a delight, such a treat. He's not ready to give it up. He likely won't be until the eleventh hour.

"A wise and true observation," he rumbles approvingly, then he sips his wine and stands. Picking up a knife he runs a finger along the flat of the edge, then sets it down and inspects another. This seems to pass muster because he offers it to her. "Would you like some help for the first bit or would you like to try yourself?"