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Aaron had never been so thrilled to be ignored, interpreting Varis' non-response as an indication that he had finally done something right. And, to the mage's considerable relief, Salem didn't bat an eye at his response; however, that relief was quickly torn away when Salem replied. Aaron could hardly believe that the nervous kid from orientation was now suddenly throwing vitriol at a vampiric Count without breaking a sweat. He didn't even think to be grateful for Salem defending him, so mortified was he by his hubris. 

Nonetheless, Aaron returned Salem's smile when he was greeted, accepting his handshake and replying in turn. [color=CBBA2E]"Likewise, Mr. Spellman. The pleasure's all mine."[/color]

His gaze lingered on Salem for a moment, silence stretching between the four of them as both he and Varis watched the mage fidget around. Maybe he [i]was[/i] more nervous than he'd originally let on, though he'd seemed pretty nervous at orientation and hadn't been squirming like that. Just looking at it was making Aaron restless as well; he moved to spin his ring behind his back, only to be reminded that it was missing. 

Finally, Varis spoke up again with a vaguely threatening retort, breaking the silence. Content to leave [i]that[/i] alone and satisfied that his input was unneeded, Aaron turned to the Princess. 

[color=CBBA2E]"Your Royal Highness, if I may, do you know who'll be attending Her Majesty tonight?"[/color] He asked, once more falling back on practiced mannerisms. The Queen, like any high-ranking noble, had many mages, and since his grandmother's death earlier in the year he knew she'd been alternating between them. He was anxious to learn if anyone else he knew would be around to see him degraded tonight.