Alric smiles amiably and responds to that introduction with a courteous nod, his attention obviously drawn to the mention of Westeros.

"I'm sure the honor is mine, Lord Baelish. You are certainly not the first to arrive here from Westeros. I've had the good fortune to count a number of others from that land among my friends, here; I certainly hope I shall be able to do so with yourself, as well."

A measured, diplomatic answer: seeming sincere enough in its friendly intentions, but offering no promises with so little information about where exactly Petyr stands in relation to anyone else. After all, he knows Westeros is a tumultuous place, and Petyr is a new player who seemes the sort to at least be tangentially if not directly involved in the affairs of the day: he's already proven himself an attentive observer, and in Alric's experience, few people with the title Lord are content merely to watch.

"I hope you've not suffered too much from the turmoil, there. I gather more than one great family has fallen victim to it... although this place seems to offer some respite."