She seems like a nice girl. She's bubbly, almost, but not quite- just kind enough, just enthusiastic enough to be engaging, though he is not the chattiest bird on the branch. He is busy taking in her current words and the scenery, and mulling over her earlier words, analyzing them when he isn't listening to make sure he doesn't miss anything. He likes to be present in the conversation- being unresponsive is unattractive on even the most platonic of levels. Which, he thinks steadfastly, is exactly where this relationship will stay. He thinks he's made it clear, but he's not sure. In fact, he is so busy wondering about it that he doesn't quite piece together their route through the mansion.
Kira's face doesn't change as he peers into the neatly-kept room aside from a small prick of his ears and a smaller squint of his eye. The smell of flowers wafts out from the doorway now that it is fully open. The soft edges of it seem so... fitting, though he supposes he doesn't quite know her yet. All she is to him is Ver's granddaughter. Champagne's sister. Another Cartellian. But she is hospitable and kind, and she's excited about her room, so when she invites him in, he supposes he can only oblige. "I suppose I can't refuse a good wine," he hums, entering the room like a shadow. "What would you like to chat about? As unfortunate as it is to admit, I don't think I'm all that interesting." It's untrue- he is obviously very interesting. She is already clearly interested in him for whatever reason, so she must have already figured it out. He finds a seat between a nice cushion and a small pile of flowers, then turns his sharp violet gaze to her again. "And, I'll have a glass of whatever you have, if you don't mind."