"I am," he gave a gruff nod in return. "And you're Lady Maribelle, I take it?" He gestured across the table. "Take a seat, Miss."

Grumpy, arrogant, and kind of an asshole or not, he could try to be polite. When he wanted to. Which wasn't often, but he was making an exception for now, since so far this girl seemed to be one of the few people with an actually decent head on her shoulders.

Hopefully she doesn't mind the incredibly scarred and battered condition he's in.