Al smiled when he saw Keshin walk into the bar and sit down. This one looked like the Keshin he'd spent some time talking to. He grinned and waved, "Hey!"
He turned when somebody addressed him as "your Highness." It was the man who'd come into the bar injured not long ago, and had helped to clean up the lady now standing at his side. Might as well have a little fun with this. He laughed slightly and put on a ludicrous impression of royalty.
"But of course, lad. What are We if not a servant of the people? We are glad to see you seem to be healing so well. Those scars, however... might We ask how you obtained them? And as long as we're on the subject of questions," he grinned and winked at Sami, "We are known as Al." He held out his hand, as if to be kissed, and stared off into space with a solemn expression, "We don't believe We've yet been formally introduced to yourself and the lady."
Salem shook his head and smiled, "No problems unless the hunter that's tracked me to the bar decides to try to kill me while we do this. I'm sorry for making you wait so long, Mar. Dealing with those awful rebels never seems to go smoothly. I'd offer to make it up to you, but..." He hesitated and took a breath, trying to figure out how to phrase what he was trying to say. "But aside from maybe some knowledge of the immortals from my home universe, I'm not sure what I could offer someone like you that you'd find worthwhile."
He tilted his head and leaned back against the workbench as he looked at Mar, "If you think of something small you'd like to make up for it, let me know. In the meantime, I'm all yours."