Ves had mixed feelings about the lesson he received from Lord Javier. It basically boiled down to keeping his spine whenever he met someone of a superior class. He not only needed to remember his confidence in himself, but express it in a way that allowed him to gain the respect of others but not to the extent that earned their ire.
"How can you balance between the two?" He asked.
"Most of the time, the people you're meeting aren't worth the effort to placate." Lord Javier answered.
"I don't think that will cut it against someone like Senator Tovar."
"That old geezer is a special case. He and his club of geriatrics are really pissy about etiquette and stuff. They embodied the rules for so long that they're even willing to order the deaths of anyone who acts outside of their expectations."
Ves gulped. "How am I supposed to follow your advice in that case?"
