He had been expecting to make it over to the table at some point, but the appearance of the much loved thistle knights stopped him and as he watched the spectacle unfold he wondered exactly whose hand had pushed them. It wasn't a very difficult to find his own answer but he had no evidence to back it up. However, standing by and saying that he was uninvolved would be fatal. Regardless of what he did, they approached him and Gareth and he nodded politely as they closed the distance, letting the door return to closed. "The pleasure is mine, princess." He shot a glance to the knight accompanying her, "I hope you are finding the hospitality of the Order to your liking," and there was little else he found himself wanting to say in the presence of the knight. She knew Gareth, of course, and he opted to let the other man handle the talking with his familiar as he continued to adjust to the changes of that day.