Beneath the subtext of pleasantries, there was almost a cool sparring of words going on there -- a kind of jockeying for position, a situation which was both familiar and alien at the same time. Familiar, because it's what every other noblepony Honour Bound had been assigned to as a bodyguard seemed to do all day long whenever they weren't exclusively in the presence of brown-nosing toadies or colloquial chums. Alien, because it's a situation that she hadn’t seen Anonymous in. So far, he was handling it well, if perhaps being a bit terse and restrained. Still, as best Honour could determine, it was better to be a bit tight-lipped than to babble away incoherently.