When she didn't wave him over, he could have almost rolled his eyes. Classic Natalia, granted, he knew she could and would be forceful with him if she wanted. For now he picked up the weapon and the food he had and moved over, placing the blade down on the table, before moving it to lean on the chair he pulled out.

He took a seat before moving his hair from his face, a few bits of straw stuck in it, and it was in desperate need of a brushing.

"Good morning, Princess Natalia." He spoke trying to not show his happiness at seeing her.