[Well. It's unclear for a few seconds exactly how he's going to take that. Bull has him pegged - there's definitely no way he can look away from a man threatening to burst out of his shirt at a party - but the rest of it?

It takes him a few seconds, before he bursts into laughter. He might not know any more about why they're here, but does he care? Does he really, just because his father had whispered a few words of concern to him? Not particularly.]

If your aim is to bring party secrets to the good people of Par Vollen, you've come to the right place to start. I doubt your friend the Ariqun is ready for the truly sordid details. But who am I to stand in the way of such a lofty goal.

[He bends to press a kiss to Grell's hand; a pleasantry, but more importantly, a means to signal to the guests that these two are welcome, so rather necessary to gain admittance.]

Whatever your business, do avoid interrupting the dancing and if you must assassinate someone, try for someone unpleasant. I highly recommend Magister Calvisius, he's been monopolizing the brandy all evening.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I see I'm being called away on urgent business. [By which he means the handsome man from earlier has caught his eye; he'll flit off to go talk to him.]