American Pere Housh wrote:Jonathan sips his Heinaken beer and shakes her hand before speaking, "I'm Dr. Jonathan Delacroix. Well Madam Trevanyika, Before I became Ambassador to my nation and earned my doctorates in International Relations and Nuclear Physics, I was an officer, particularly a colonel in the UNSC Special Forces. I still do my training to keep myself in shape so never underestimate your opponent but I digress. I don't seek to fight you just pointing it out that talking behind someone's back is rude. I was annoyed at the idiot at the piano for his bad singing is why I cursed at him. So tell me what is your nation like?" He takes a swig of his beer.
American Pere Housh wrote:Jonathan looked at the ambassador who interupted his and Helen's conversation, "I never doubted the man's diplomatic abilities in the WA. Yes, I was rude in what I said and I apologize but that off key singing got on my nerves." Jonathan turned to the bar, "Ladies and gentlemen, drinks are on me as an apology for my apparent rude to the gentleman playing the piano."
"Are you sure you aren't tone deaf? His singing seemed entirely adequate to me. Nothing special, perhaps, but most of the gentlemen around here aren't hired for their rich baritones."
Trevanyika's eyebrow furrows. She shakes her head and flicks her hand dismissively. "Well, I suppose that's ultimately immaterial. After all, Mr. Philo has moved on to an instrumental piece. So, you're a military man? Very nice. Mr. Ogenbond is a major in the Republican Army. My father was a captain in the Olinton Revolutionary Army. Damned near any Wallenburgian worth mentioning has served at arms some time in their life. It's been a necessary component to our survival. With enemies on all sides, we owe it to ourselves to be ready for anything. I'm sure someone of your intellect and military expertise can appreciate that."