[ She is rather quaint, isn't she -- Nigel thinks absently to himself as Rosella leans forward into his space just far enough to catch her attention. Rules of attraction don't really cross Nigel's mind since they're not really something he subscribes to. Obsession, yes; destiny, yes. Everything else is biology, boiled down to chemical action and reaction. He wonders what sorts of changes Rosella's physiology might be going through at that very moment before exhaling. ]

Princeton -- if I remember correctly -- is located in America, yes. I've never been so the country as a whole is a bit abstract in my mind, as are Americans in general. [ His mouth quirks as if this was maybe meant to be a joke. ] As for castles, I've visited many of them. Both in England and abroad. I'm quite interested in the kings of old, you see. The order of knights and their role in history. Sovereignty, divine right. Those sorts of things.

[ His voice goes quiet, almost reverential as he speaks of these things and a look that Rosella hasn't seen yet on Nigel creeps now onto his face. It's as if he's enraptured with the idea -- which he is. Oh, he most certainly is.

It takes a moment to break him of his revere and when he finally emerges from it, his cheeks have gone a little flush again. Blinking, his eyes find focus on Rosella's face. Eventually it dawns on him to say something. ]

...no alligators, I'm afraid.