(To him she is, though. Space travel is something still years off. Sputnik 1 is still a decade away, having something in space that could actually show them a picture of where they are, which he's assuming is what she means by it, that is a dream.
He returns the smile, his own relaxed, pleased. He seems surprisingly at ease with all of this for what it is, but he's always been good at putting up facades. Truth is though, it did come at a convenient time, and while he worries for his butler, he knows the man is more than capable of taking care of himself. And hopefully it'll all soon be cleared up. Hell, maybe the magic can help somehow. (even if he is still skeptical to it all, at heart. But for the time being it's better to go with the flow, as it was. He'd seen a few trying to resist and he'd much rather keep dealing with the faeries than the imps.)
Beautiful. (The grin flickers into the vague area, blurred between a smile and a smirk.) The name. And the person it's attached too.
(He is a Stark, after all. He'll reach his hand towards her.) Howard.
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He returns the smile, his own relaxed, pleased. He seems surprisingly at ease with all of this for what it is, but he's always been good at putting up facades. Truth is though, it did come at a convenient time, and while he worries for his butler, he knows the man is more than capable of taking care of himself. And hopefully it'll all soon be cleared up. Hell, maybe the magic can help somehow. (even if he is still skeptical to it all, at heart. But for the time being it's better to go with the flow, as it was. He'd seen a few trying to resist and he'd much rather keep dealing with the faeries than the imps.)
Beautiful. (The grin flickers into the vague area, blurred between a smile and a smirk.) The name. And the person it's attached too.
(He is a Stark, after all. He'll reach his hand towards her.) Howard.