Dion can certainly appreciate some level of theatrics. He can turn into a dragon! He leads the empire's Dragoons, whose fighting style alone is somewhat dramatic. He drops the scarf he's found on one of the beds, hopefully indicating a staked claim. If not, he'll live with that and the loss of the scarf, whatever.

Then he follows her out of the room.

"I am," he said. "I was the commander of the Holy Empire of Sanbreque's dragoon forces." The was is intentional but he doesn't elaborate.

"But you are also a soldier?" he asks, a little surprised. That explains some of her bearing, her posture, maybe. She reads a bit like nobility to him, though obviously that doesn't preclude being a soldier.

"Then I wonder, as well. Is it common for those of us accustomed to battle to be pulled to this place?" It's mostly rhetorical, but since he hadn't interacted with that many people yet, he had no idea if there are common threads among them.