He keeps his eyes on her a little longer as her gaze drifts away from his own. "It's fortunate for her, that you decided to check down that far." He knows that she meant to check on Greta, and there's something in that, but digging into that more feels like it would be a mistake. "I doubt she would have liked to get her hands dirty." He watches Anne's face until she looks back up at him, then he lets his gaze drift out over the rest of the party-goers.

His eyes land naturally on Eliot. He's faced away, talking to a young woman that he doesn't recognize, but he can tell from his posture and the way his head is tipped down a little, that he's smiling.

"I learned something about our host," he says, leaning towards her, but still watching the line of Eliot's shoulders. The corner of his lips lift up into the trace of a smile. "He's a king. Was a king, in his...other world." He chuckles a little, and nods towards the chest at the side of the room. "He's got a crown in there."