[This is... unexpected, to say the least. Go figure that a member of high society would try to be social with him, same song and dance as always. At least there's more of an excuse for Francel here than there ever was for the other nobles who had tried to be friendly with him.

None of this is politically charged. He won't reply with text, because he hates typing more than he hates using this thing in general.]

I have fared just as well as I did the day previous. 'Tis more likely I shall die of boredom than any of these fabled monsters, nor the cold for that matter.

I assume the same for you, then? Considering naught is stopping you from bothering me.