He brought me to the Corbenic, Princess. Wanted me to meet you. You pitched a fit the likes of which I'd never seen after dinner, and I thought you'd gone feral, screaming like a banshee. But you hadn't, and he gentled you down, and the next night you were just fine.

[ His voice is still just soft and calm, mild, more than a little fond. He knows she probably won't believe him, but he at least wants to encourage her to be more at ease. ]