Mild amusement, just the reaction he was looking for. Clearly many people here did not associate with nobility, this was tame by their standards. If the women in the room underestimated him perhaps it would make his psychic nature a lot more comforting when it was undoubtedly revealed. The Battle Sister unnerved him some; he had heard the stories and he could not but drop his carefully crafted cool for a second.<br/><br/>"Magnus the XIV, I'm...pleased to meet all of you." It was tradition to name the first son of his house after his great ancestor, a noble hero who had fought and won many battles against chaos, much like how Magnus XIV hoped to now. Quickly he stopped himself and took a small sip from his glass. No, now was not the time. "I'm sure Magda was going to offer some very keen insight. Appearances can be<em>very</em>deceiving and I am certain our Inquisitor picked a very good judge of character." He said in a very friendly almost honest manner. How ever he was quick to stealthfully shoot Magda predatory glare, like a hawk eying it's prey. He couldn't appear too soft.<br/><br/>The strange and antagonistic nature of the warrior women did not go unnoticed. He couldn't help but be impressed by her physique, it lacked the plastic and superficial trappings he had seen in most of his life. No, this was the product of hard work and a primitive lifestyle. Despite his best efforts he could not stop himself from tensing up. Because he was Psyker he was always tense but the primitive and the sister did not help matter at all, they belonged to two groups known for their hatred of "witches"