"Sir Thomas of the Morgans, knight of the Order of the Thistle." Thomas said, some what lackluster in his delivery, "Lexine Tristan? I don't believe I've ever heard of you." Thomas added, turning his head back to the sea, "So, you're a bodyguard of some sort, then?" Thomas asked, slightly interested. Thomas wondered just who her charge could be, and if he was at the party at this moment. Almost on cue, Thomas turned his head back around, momentarily searching for someone that might be watching Lexine, or waiting on her, such as a charge. However, Thomas saw no such person, and returned his attention front-face, "Are you not enjoying the party, Miss Tristan?" Thomas asked, this time with a smirk and a small chuckle. They were the only two off to the side of the party, enjoying the monumental view the cliff side presented to the feast goers.