Miss Iona. If you were a relative of mine, I assure you that I would have walked out of this door the moment I stepped in.

[ Which, in his language, means that Iona is far from being a social contract that he has to obey; if she were, he wouldn't be here. But he's not generous nor honest enough to offer that information without extreme digging.

So he quirks his lips up instead. The expression isn't lightly crooked like his half-brothers'. ]

As for the gift-giving, I suppose you'll have to be content in the knowledge that I came straight here instead of dawdling around Paris for a suitable offering.