Gideon turned his head idly to the cat, cunning and insightful beyond its appearance as many of his ilk. Small wonder The Duchess was said to have "employed" many of them. [i]If such a term was even suitable for such a relationship, Gideon himself was not familiar[/i] Though admittedly, he wasn't really trying to hide his background, so he shouldn't give the cat too much credit. All the same, the Cat was likely among the more tolerable company he'd find at the moment, some of his fonder memories were of their isle.

He finished the last morsels of his bite to eat before responding to the query the feline had posed. He could afford to offend the odd party-goer, Cats not so much, he had to at least show some respect, lest word get back to his mouser cousins. 

"Any Docker could tell you this isn't standard fare, even if they were drunk off their arses they'd probably still notice."

He hazarded a glance around the active room again, not so much in paranoia but moreso in watchfulness, before turning again.

"But . . . if you wanted my guess? My wager is on somebody upstairs, but one who's not too privy to Society's 'standards'. Doubtful its a Master, but you can never rule it out. Wines would be the likely one, but had this been his, he'd have his name plastered all over it like he's known for, and it'd be over the moon for beings like you and I. Well, maybe not you, but I for sure . . . No. Whoever it is, its someone with some power and standing, perhaps not outstanding, but considerable. But also someone who can get away with being a little more . . . risque than the average noble."

He sighed as he shook his head, taking another opportunity to glance around.

"I hope its not some tromped up artist playing at potential scandal for the Dailies over in Veilgarden. But then one of them likely couldn't even afford this building unless it was handed to them, let alone walk over here, the lazy sods."
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