"Well.." Something about the boy does turn a bit - though just the slightest bit, considering just how many thoughts and feelings Inigo is currently pushing down - more awkward at that as he pulls out a few papers.

"It was a bit too long for just a message, I'm afraid. I wrote down the information he asked for."

It's indeed a few handwritten pages - with a handwriting that's neat, though perhaps just a touch overly formal. You can't take the prince out of the boy..

"I'm not quite used to to.." Inigo glances at the data pad the other is holding. Like he's trying to think of its name, but just.. can't think of one. What is technology, how does it work. "Other.. methods of sending information." Nailed it.