Smiling, he reaches over to pick up her hand and kiss the back of it. "I promise, I will be able to relax and take comfort there. It's not--" he pauses, trying to find the right words. "You're right; not requiring something doesn't mean I can't enjoy it. I'm not disputing that. I do enjoy luxury, but it's not something I was... raised to expect, I suppose you could say. Have I seemed ill at ease here?" He gestures toward the manor they're staying at, down the cliff.

"I don't want you to think, just because I prefer simpler things, that I'm... thumbing my nose at those who enjoy luxury and extreme comfort." He gives her a mischievous smile and nod of his head. "Or those who were raised with it, my lady. But I'm much more comfortable wearing simple tunics rather than elaborate formal clothing. My system isn't used to rich food, and so I have a natural tendency to--" he holds up a slice of cheese, "--go for the simple things. That's all."