Gareth's anticipation of a response from Karl was interrupted by Sophia, and he turned to face her nervously, in close contact with another person of higher rank. Softly but calculatedly, the half-elf spoke. "Ah, um, indeed." He straightened his posture to compliment the princess's noble status. "I find the food quite, ah, palatable." Harker smiled, pulling the hem of his shirt down and bridging his hands propped by his elbows on the table. "Ah, I do believe I saw you the night before, in the throne room?" A flustered commoner attempted smalltalk.