Istredd both glows under the compliment and seems acutely uncomfortable about it, but not in a bad way, he simply isn't used to praise. He gets a little flustered under positive attention. "Thank you, this is officially the first time I spent money on formal clothes. I figured it will get me through a few of these events." That's right, he plans on just keeping this for awhile. He wouldn't want to keep coming up with new options, too expensive.

It is much easier to dance with a graceful partner, she makes it look and feel incredibly simple, which is reassuring to him so he is relaxing now.

"Childr--oh, not scions, I see how that sounds the same." Very similar, in fact. "No, psionic comes from the word psychic primarily. It means mental magic. Telepathy, illusions, telempathy, mental defenses and warding." Istredd's brain is a steel trap, it would be difficult for even the mages of this sphere to be able to crack it due to seventy years of practice.