[His best has never been enough, not once in all his years. He misses the shift of topics for Kiwi's sake because he's too caught up in his own failures... as usual.

Still it's hard to be too hard on himself with a fluffy girl oozing from his lap onto the bard's, his fingers searching out the base of her tail under all the fluff and she arches up into it like a cat.]

He's lucky to have someone like you to look after him. It's Kiwi, right? Cor Leonis, I am King Regis' Marshal.

[Regis is so much more social and outgoing he's assuming that Kiwi and Reggie have already spoken.]

I'd offer to shake your hand but I think she'd singe us both.