He snorted, and replied in an unusually not-assholish way, "You'll be fed, decently. I'll see to it." Turning from his view, he sort-of swapped placed with his assassin, and hesitated to reach forward to tie her... thingy, corset. But, he was not an apathetic man- as he tied the corset of sorts, he intentionally paused, and traced a finger along a scar that he thought was particularly interesting- the scar of a whip, of a knife, of a... wolf? 

Either way, he found them fascinating. He's relatively unscarred, having been armored and surrounded by soldiers all his life, or being good enough to not get them. But she had, very obviously, experienced a great deal of pain to get where she is now. And he had no doubt that he was going to be adding to it, as he already was. 

So he finished tying it up, making sure they were good and strong. He went back and undid his first one, making it sit better, before saying, "There. Tied up, and done well. Other royalty may be pompous and arrogant, but they're arrogant because of power. Here, you have to be able to do something, not show off."

He walked to his wardrobe, sobered at the sudden liking he had noticed he had taken. She was a fighter, as was he. Not as political or ambitious- no, maybe she was just as ambitious, just towards different goals.

He threw on a ceremonial sort-of coat, an attempt to mimic the great Royal Ardany fur coats that wear to display their wealth and status. This one was naught but silk, though- more expensive, much, much harder to get, in a world where silk was rare-rare. An even larger display of wealth, but in a castle such as theirs, out of place. Either way, it was a brighter blue, with gold and purple stitching- the purple another display of wealth, since purple dye was even rarer.

He wrapped around the last bit, a set of half-pants that go over one's pants, and added in several daggers, his belt, and his mastercrafted sword. 

And then he turned towards her, silk over cloth, sitting on brown leather pants with blue cloth chaps resting over it. "How ridiculous do I look, madame Rayt?"