Orion nodded at her and smiled at the compliment.  “Why thank you, Cassiopeia.  I’ve never understood why we must always play dress-up at dinners such as these.  Or meals in general,” he added.  “Why can’t we ever dress casually?”  Chuckling, he didn’t really expect her to answer.  Perhaps she actually enjoyed the formality of it all.  And with her figure of curves upon curves, casual attire could never show it off properly.<br/><br/>Grinning at her pronouncement, he stated with regret, “Apologies, Princess, but we have no falcons for you to display your prowess with them.  However, there still might be a way for you to teach me.”  It was clear to him that he now had her undivided attention.  Not wishing to leave her hanging, he continued, “Since you are staying with us for a few days and nights, perhaps arrangements can be made for me to do the same with you at your home.  That way, you would have your own precious birds to demonstrate your skills, as I’m sure they’re very accustomed to you.”  He leaned toward her as far as the cursed table would allow, and said in a hushed tone, "And let's not forget, we would now be on your turf."  He leaned back in his chair with a wink for her.<br/><br/>The Prince remained curious as well as surprised about her continued fascination with rugby.  Was she a true fan of the sport?  Or was she merely humoring him?  Orion hoped to find out sooner or later.  For now, he replied, “No rugby practice tomorrow, Highness, but we do have one the day after.  And of course, you’re more than welcome to come along, though I fear it may be a bit boring for you.”  He toasted her with his glass of water and smiled.