A heart laughter eased out. "Maybe on occasions, Of course if I told every like then it leaves little to the mystery of the man. I'm allowed to keep somethings." An almost amused smirk formed on his face. Then a gentle current of air pushed through his nostrils. "Now you have me with a gun to my face with that question! But you're right, it'd take quite a lot to truly break it. Let's just say I've had a lot of time in life to amass it." Slight longevity humor and ironically not at all inaccurate to how he'd managed to keep on top of it and the various demands. Having it stashed in a place that had been unique for him to get towards had been a massive boost in security. Much more than any magical bank in his honest opinion. "At some point in life I think most good-natured hopefuls enjoy saying 'I need to do something better about myself.'"
"Boring? You? Oh, no, no. See, I can't believe that for many reasons." There had always been 'more' to a person and the mask that they wore. It wasn't so much that he'd seen it as much as he always expected people to wear it. Life, much like a high-class ball, was a masquerade. "And I don't mean the adventures of 'How many guys or gals walk up to you trying to date you.' Which, I imagine, is many." The way that the Waiter had oogled her as some form of goddess gave him a good idea of how often that actually may have happened. "Me? I'm an angel! A person who does for the good of the people! But there maybe a chance that it might be perceived as 'bad'. He needs to loosen up a bit anyways. Hell... Most of the clientele here does."
In those days a well maintained haircut wasn't quite a thing, the much more earthy and free approach had been the fashion. His capability of actually resisting it had yet to be pronounced or defined, drawn towards her much like his European cousins that enjoyed 'Pretty, pretty, Shiny, Shiny' moments. The natural charm had only enhanced that interest even further, even in those days there had been a unique beauty that held her above the rest that she'd been around. The Lord had been his target the entire time and her distraction played into his hands more than she may have anticipated, of course, it had almost been his own downfall. If she'd ensorcelled him fully the timetable would have been tossed off entirely. Happenstance, like many times, had been his friend.
A hastened turn of events, while he held no mentor to unveil to him Veela's and their allure, the texts of Wizards and his occasional encounters of their type in the past had given him a good scope of knowledge. That didn't mean he was completely immune to the charm, unfortunately, but it did hold much more capability to bring himself to awareness and invent mental ways to keep himself focused on other things than the constant attraction that would be bludgeoned into the natural senses.
"I was young and learning, but my talents are amongst some top-notch. That and having a good assorted gym time did help with looking a bit more like ah... Well, less than a stick." Vale chuckled lightly and then took another sip from the wine, finishing the glass. "Turn tail? I'm hurt, Madame. I merely escaped for your own health. I didn't want to have a Faestruck person left behind. But it is a shame you had to take your eyes off of me, would have been a fun night." He also hadn't been above using the ever so bed-roll double roll to sell his 'Play-Boy' antics in certain eras. "Of course, if you wanted me that badly. . . You could have just walked up and talked to me instead of using, well, -that-." A playful tone in his words. He wasn't too sore about it, it was rare to complain about being under a Veela's whim in that manner. And he'd managed to complete his true intentions at the end of that night.
"Well, I would say it's 'coincidence' but something tells me it would have happened regardless. Meeting up again."