He nodded at her question, shrugging his way out of the jacket. "Those machines put on a performance at the amphitheater a few months ago, if you can even call it a performance," he noted, his tone making it clear he gave no ringing endorsement. "Everyone was invited to attend, but I found it so boring and lifeless that I left before the first intermission. It certainly did make me miss seeing you on the stage, but it honestly could not even compare to a true opera." There was also the issue with the concessions having a strong aphrodisiac effect, but that was another matter entirely.

He set his jacket on the counter for the time being and began to undo the cufflinks on his shirt. If she were of a mind to peek, she'd see that it was thoroughly soaked through, the damp fabric clinging to his form. Despite the relative tranquility of the island compared to Fódlan, he had maintained his strict training regimen, and it showed.