Chilton indulged in a quick doubletake -- perhaps, months and months ago, he would have assumed that Revan was ridiculing him in some manner, but given Chilton's proximity and experience with various universal denizens now, the reaction was a relatively muted one.

"Ah -- yes, in fact, you are quite correct." His tone, sublimated, tread lightly on his tongue. There was no need to exhibit rudeness, given the unparalleled manners that his company exhibited.

"Won't you have a seat?"

Chilton, who was dining alone, was opened to companionship.

"In case any other questions arise, I mean," he said, quickly justifying his loneliness. "Are you an imPort, too?"