"Ah.", came Veche's- rather unimpressed answer. He didn't realize she was joking; as this was a mildly common practice on his homeworld. As the death rate of children, adults, and specifically women forced men to gather as many as they could; breed quickly, and hope they had enough to offset inevitable losses. All in all? He just shrugged noncommittally at that. He turning his head as he listened to Salinas; a small smirk on his face as she continued on an odd line of questioning. His eyebrows rose as he heard the job she was going for. 'Chief Agricultural Officer', it did strike him as apropos for her background and where she was from. It also made him smirk as she spoke about the 'paygrade'. He only laughing lowly as he heard that. He liked this one already. And, as she spoke of food and even serving it... He let loose a light tease.<br/><br/>"Oh my~", it was said, with an inflection of tone, almost like a Cadian. It was strange really; this man- Veche, who was an Illiterate; yet spoke  High Gothic, was a titanic man, yet seemed to speak rather Gently- it was so; oxymoronic in a fashion. But, he then thought before nodding, "I will certainly attend- it would be very much a fauxpaus to not join the Lord Captain's dinner. Plus, it would give me a chance to meet any who are subordinate to me or even my superiors- if I misunderstood what the job was for." It seemed he would- in a situation of any sort; mesh with a unit. Although; as an inquisitorial agent in 'inactive duty', he was likely a good candidate to watch. Also, the writer seems to be making it too centric on him.<br/><br/>However; looking down at Salinas, he stated, with a light seriousness to his tone, "I would like to sit next to you, if that is acceptable.", he'd have to teach her Dusk Cant- along with any of the people he'd be required to lead if he were to be the Arch-Militant... Not that he minded this; it was just- easier that way.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>