[Ringabel sets his coffee aside and stands long enough to offer an elegant bow.]

Ringabel, at your service. Your knight in shining armor, your shield, your song, your healing spell. Whatever you may need, that's the only name you'll need to call.

[This is literally the farthest he's gotten without a "shut up, Ringabel" in months, perhaps even more than a year. It's wonderful and he couldn't ask for a more lovely conversation partner. Well, save for the one who'd be telling him to shut up, but her perfect, angelic face has yet to be seen in this world.]