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Nicomede placed his hand over his heart as though skewered at Elwen's remark, though he smiled and chuckled around his glass. Only someone with something to prove couldn't take a joke, especially not one he had invited himself. It was a more comfortable feeling than unmitigated praise too. His face faltered just a moment at Rowan's comment, the barest fraction of a freeze in his smile. But he covered it well, with as much grace as he had been raised.

[color=aa0808]"Very much to my liking, Sir Rowan. I haven't socialized like this in quite some time. I'm thankful to say I haven't forgotten how. And for such pleasant company. But Sir Rowan,"[/color] He added gently in a lowered voice. No trace of irritability but no room for debate or discussion in his correction, either. [color=aa0808]"It's just Nicomede. Sir Nicomede, if you want to be formal. We're all entitled to that. But that surname is not mine."[/color]

The group had been pulled in the Knight-Captain and the Princess' wake as if by gravity, gentle in its suggestion but no less inexorable. He was thankful for it. Their course brought them into contact with more knights, some of whom he had not yet had the pleasure of speaking much with. One of them committed... A bit of a faux pas. It might well not have been his first for the night. The sight brought more warmth back into his smile, but with it...

Nicomede frowned slightly. Something had the younger man tense, more than the social obligations of the evening. Not something easily done if he had to guess. Enough to bring a little steel into his bearing, send his eyes to scanning the room casually.

[color=aa0808]"Quite well, Sir... Segremors, right?"[/color] He greeted pleasantly, nodding at the other knight. [color=aa0808]"How about you?[/color]