"The Porter appears to like my family. There are seven of us here. Although, I will say I'd never met any of them before." He shrugs a little, but honestly, he's always found that a little weird. The way the Porter can fixate on one place over others.

Eh, probably not worth trying to figure out.

"Don't worry about the handkerchief. I have others." A well-prepared man always carries handkerchiefs, okay. You never know when someone's going to cry or spill soda on themselves. You just. Never know.