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Lucas pursed his lips satisfactorily when Tyaethe accepted his thanks.  Good.  She needed no further explanation and they could forget about the whole thing.  Her response to his jokes made, at first, think she was devoid of humour, (as if he would actually try anything at such an event!) but with a moment to think on it, the 'decades long ban' gag was actually pretty funny.

[color=6ecff6]"Not sure this would be the crowd my kinda dancing's suited for, to be perfectly fair,"[/color] he told her.  [color=6ecff6]"I'd look like a right daft-arse... more than usual."[/color] He laughed at his own quip, a lot louder than he'd meant to.  He made to grab a glass of wine, then hesitated.  Then shrugged, threw caution to the wind and took one anyway.  He held it like any other cup, his hand gripping the bowl rather than what might be 'proper.'  [color=6ecff6]"Still though, I might give it a go.  Maybe throw an invite at that ravishing noble lady over there."[/color]

He nodded pointedly at Lein, who was with the Knight-Captain.  He hadn't had a real chance to speak with the archer since they'd joined up in the Iron Rose procession.  Lucas could barely contain his laughter, at first, but now he stood at the side of Tyaethe with a mere smirk.  Lein was a hoot.

Elsewhere around the room, everyone seemed to be mingling well.  Cecil had made a beeline for the spider-lady and they seemed to be getting on smashingly.  Lucas just assumed that they already knew eachother.  What was surprising to see was Fionn alone, stood rather awkwardly at a table.  The barrel-chested man with a big heart was usually the lively sort.  He was of regular folk (or common birth, as it usually referred to) like himself and Gerard, but Lucas would've guessed that he, of the three, amiable as he was, would be best suited to this kind of shin-dig.  Lucas mentally shrugged.  [color=6ecff6][i]Shows what you know.[/i][/color]

After enjoying watching the different guests for a bit, Lucas peeked a glance at the vampire.  It finally occurred to him that she wasn't in the mood for talking (at least, not to him anyway,) so he dropped his resistance to the enticing smell and visage of the foods on the nearest table.  [color=6ecff6]"Time to eat!"[/color] he declared.

It wasn't long before he'd helped himself to plate full of food.  He told himself not to let loose - to try and be polite with his eating manners - still he kept his back to the room and munched away joyfully.  Suddenly he paused, his head lifting as he realised the implications of something Tyaethe had said before.

Decades long ban for attacking guests?  How would [i]she[/i] know that?

[color=6ecff6]"Crikey,"[/color] he muttered to himself.

Yet another question on the long list he had for the Paladin.