[It most certainly isn't, Alexei, but he's also completely unaware Thirteen saw fit to describe him thus. Who would even know that here? Maybe she just thought it was something worth noting.

The tall, blond man in the shining armor nods, a slight smile flashing across his face for a moment.]

I did, and you are not the first. It would seem our benefactor would have us exchange gifts by way of introduction.

[Because he really doesn't have any idea it's a gift-giving season. He offers the unadorned dagger in a plain but well-crafted sheath. Hearing this man speak does offer the truth that he possesses an accent but "Russian" doesn't mean anything to the former Prince of a nation in a fantasy world.]

I hope both that this will suffice and also that you are whom I sought. My name is Dion. [He adds the last as an afterthought. It seems strange to bestow gifts on a stranger without also exchanging names.]