An elegant bow in the presence of Her Royal Highness was something he wasn't shy about performing, nor was he terribly put out by having to follow proper protocol when the need arose. He was a weapon, true, but he was a weapon sheathed at the moment.
"Eh?" While it was true he didn't know what to expect when he entered the grand halls of the palace, the very last would be the greeting words shared from the Ladies sweet lips. He cautiously glanced behind to the splattering of crimson droplets dotting the path he'd followed to the audience chamber.
... well, shit. he thought, happy the blood wasn't bright red to suggest an arterial cut. What an odd thought to cross his mind, however frequent the ideas were those days.
"Oh." Deeply intelligent response that it was, it was about the only thing appropriate for the moment. "Ahem." He cleared his throat, remaining in the kneeling position lest her Knights or... guardians come knocking. "Yeah. Can't help but notice how much WHITE there is here, heh. Sort of a hard thing to hide under those circumstances." He smiled awkwardly, ".... sorry about the mess? Actually, now that you know, er, the.... situation. I was wondering if I could, maybe, seek sanctuary here? For a short time, that is."