Perhaps with some time he could get Arenor's progeny to be less tense and reluctant around him. Not doubt his sisters children will help in that endeavor. There was a small flicker of hope when Alain asked him a question instead of ignoring him. Niko smiled softly. "You may call me Niko, Highness, and yes, ponies are just small horses. If you ask Violet she can tell you more about then, and I'm sure Lana and Lucas can tell you about their ponies," he said and leaned a little closer. "We might even be able to find you a pony of your own," he added in a softer tone. He pressed a finger to his lips as he straightened seeing Arenor coming back from speaking to his mother. "Go, learn things," he gestured for Alain to go into the room.<br/><br/>While the children said their piece Violet listened as Arenor came to her. Her eyes searched his face as he spoke when she gave a nod that he could have a moment of her time. "Of course, though I doubt much would surprise me these days," she mused with soft smile. She inclined her head a moment and watched the men leave before gathering the children as the door closed.<br/><br/>"I would never answer for you without your consultation first. I already informed them no questions would be answered today. We can dissect them together afterwards and I can give responses tomorrow. My job is only ever to be your guide in all things. I would never seek to over shadow, but support you," he assured Arenor, not wanting any misconceptions to surround them. It would do no good in this.... relationship.<br/><br/>Nikolas gave Arenor a sidelong glance as he spoke. He gave a soft chuckle. It was truly not unheard of even in court for men to lack dancing graces, they shrugged it off as a skill unneeded until they wish to suddenly woo a lover. "I will help you in all things. Lucky for you I happen to be one of the best dancers at court. The ladies seek me when their poor toes need a break from the other noblemen," he mused.<br/><br/>They went along another hall where the end came to a stop at a pair of large double doors, just beyond the sound of men talking in the other room. Niko stopped and faced Arenor looking the man over slowly before his eyes rested on his face. "Just get names and faces, this is simply meeting those who are presently in court. If at any time you feel overwhelmed or too angry or frustrated and want to leave just touch my arm or tug my sleeve and I will excuse us and we can leave. Does that sound reasonable," he asked. Niko did not want to give the nobles any reason to further dislike or hate Arenor. Or give them more reason to wish him dead than they already did. Niko had made up his mind already and was determined to follow it through now.