"You aren't a knight?" Jacob says, with his own personal confusion evident as his brow furrows, and he seeks to hide his embarrassment.

Anduin's made no assumptions about him, or at least he's smart enough to keep them to himself, watching any waiting for more evidence perhaps, before he makes a judgement or asks for confirmation. After all, woth the apparition in the bathtub, he was held back, making assessments and judging the situation, wasn't he?

Christ, Jacob privately curses himself, he should know better. He should know how to do this by now and not lose his head when someone pretty turns up.

"Fancier than most I've seen," Jacob says, trying to regain ease, some control of himself. "The lions? That's a nice touch."