He had always been a bit beyond his years personality-wise. It was in no small part that early maturity had played in his inevitable adoption by a wealthy, influential family. For as grateful as he was to them, sometimes... Sometimes, he wonders how things could have been different. It felt like life had so drastically changed so swiftly after he left the orphanage.

But that was then and this was now. He'd rather be in this moment with Era. His suit was already bloodied and now dirtied but she's right. It isn't as if he has a shortage of them. His assistant wouldn't be happy with him ruining one tailor made (his height almost always required personalization) but it also wasn't as if he didn't have the funds to pay for a new one.

"Only decent advocate, am I?" He chooses the wrong part of that sentence to latch onto, maybe. Aymeric is prideful in his work though and to think that she had followed him is... flattering. Though it also causes a pang of guilt. Here he was, standing on his soapbox and slapped on every media available and all Era could do was watch. He tried to give off the image of being approachable, but he also knew it wasn't as easy as he made it seem.

"Thankfully though, I'm perfectly fine. More than fine, even, now that I've been able to see you again." What a charmer.