[It's nice to see Yuri enjoying the flowers; he'd been more than a little anxious about how they'd ultimately be received, no great surprise there, but at least the gift seems to have gone over well, and the uniqueness appreciated even if the arrangement isn't strictly traditional.

He flicks a quick glance at the blossoms, looking for the hidden glint of gemstone that he knows is hidden away beneath them. Still there — good. He'll find it later, hopefully.]

It's, ah. Alexandre. I'm, er. With the Faerghan entourage.

[It's not even technically a lie; were he thinking more quickly, maybe he would've offered up Hugo or Jose, borrowing one of his friends' names for extra cover, but it's not as though he's ever been a particularly skilled liar. At least his own lengthy name isn't common knowledge anyway, and certainly not so this deep into the heart of the Empire.]

I'm sorry, I'm sure I've made this very awkward for you. Interrupting your preparation time, and all. Please don't feel as though you need to...entertain me, or anything like that. I only wanted to thank you for a. A magnificent performance.