"A steward is not necessary as such at the moment, as there is no Queen." Stinking up the hallways with her presence, is a thought he manages to not voice. It's something he needs to not, knowing that they will have a queen, eventually.

He still dreads that thought. Well, perhaps an apprentice would be useful in light of his own no doubt inevitable demise. Though that would require a great deal of trust on his part, and this is but the first stage of many. On that, he will have to wait to see if this Delta Moran has any honor--and the right sort of it--left in him.

"On what terms did you leave your previous court, Prince Moran?" A reasonable enough question to ask. He doesn't really expect a straight answer.