[ Being several centuries removed from revolution really does improve the opinion of a person, though he could say that even during those times he'd never hated her personally. His smile is genuine and bright when he sees her approach. He stands to greet her with a shallow bow in reply to her curtsey.

This isn't the first time he's met a reincarnated spirit from his past by any means, but she feels similar to his Marie. It was a bizarre but familiar enough experience that he doesn't feel unsettled. ]

You're radiant, Marie. [ His brow furrows ] Unless you would prefer to be addressed by your title of course; I feel a bit strange addressing you this informally.

[ That doesn't stop him from offering her a seat before he takes up his own. ]

I'm ashamed that it took this long. Will you forgive me?