[Talking over cafeteria food was... sorta almost like a date, right? So, progress! Inigo was so glad to be steering away from the topic of dance that he was utterly oblivious to the trap he was about to walk into.]

Oh, yes! My apologies, fair maiden! Inigo is my name - I am but a wandering mercenary, travelling in search of beautiful ladies and those in need.

And, um, what should I call you, my sweet?