He's very good at getting on the wrong side of people, surely it stands to reason he can get on the right side with that same deliberation. "I know." He likes his formality. Now and then.

"Careful of her affection," Martel advises Candice, blandly. "She'll steal your soul. Aphrael, Candice Monaghan. I'm going to marry her, I thought perhaps you should meet."

Informal enough, maybe? Not that he's a brat of any kind. Ever. At all. Surely.