Flint didn't have much time for the chills to subside when a lovely half-elven woman walked up to him. Flint turned his bright eyes towards her, glancing over her attire(and the things she had with her) before giving her a dazzling smile This girl was guarded. One look at her, and Flint could tell she was no easy target, besides, she didn't seem to have anything of much value to him on her person, though if he could work out those potions he could maybe sell them. Still, best to leave her be. He didn't want to risk drawing attention to himself.<br/><br/>"No need to be so formal, my Lady. I'm Flint, and as for my relations with the queen, well lets say i know her better then most." He said, and it technically wasn't a lie. Thinking back to the letter he had read, and of the obvious affair she was having with Lord Cromwell, it was actually very true. Flint leaned back against the wall, and looked back towards the where the queen had gone, and for a second the chill he felt crept back in, and his smile falter just a tick, before he pulled his eyes back to the woman, and it was bright again. " Pardon my manners. I didn't ask for your name. You are Lady...?"He held his hand out to give her a proper, formal greeting, waiting expectantly.