"He's what?" She blinks at him, her mouth full and her question muffled. She might've wanted to venture something about how there's more to Greta than he thinks, but something tells her that would be a mistake, and now it's all but forgotten. Eliot, a king, and Jack smiling about it like it ain't even surprising.

She looks across the room at Eliot, who seems to spy them looking and lifts his drink toward them in some half-hearted toast with a crooked smile.

Anne turns back to Jack at once. "He's a king?" she all but sputters.