Bianca. His smile deepens, slightly; certainly some form of renegade, then. They aren't overly fond of him either, but they're certainly less tedious.

"Very nearly always, yes."

He doesn't allow himself to hesitate. He simply walks slowly, keeping his gaze appraising rather than strained or wary. His hands remain clasped behind him; somehow, he doubts he'll find a weapon if he slips them into his pockets.

"I assume I'm going first?" He doesn't wait for her to answer, heading upwards and resting his hand on the rail. He'll sense the movement if she really does attempt to stab him in the back.