"Huh?" Nyx blinked a little bit to focus, but yeah, he did remember this guy. There weren't exactly many people bigger than he was with a tattoo like that. "The prince-the young King's shield?"

Nyx was absolutely gonna hate himself for this later, but whatever was in that drink was making it really hard to be struck by the horror and pain of what he saw at the Citadel that day. The more he could push it off, the better maybe. "I know, I know, maybe I'm a little pushy, but the alcohol is excellent here. Certainly makes me feel up to something, if you know what I mean."